Faded city, silent city buildings loom eerie, white on grey, shadow people pass, faceless, noiseless rushing nowhere in such a hurry there, and then gone traffic is mere wisps of movement blurs of vacant motion I can’t quite hear I can’t quite see nothing comes into focus nothing is clear no colour, no life only…
The Beast
Great beast with massive maw gobbled down all he saw looked around for more to eat waved his arms and stamped his feet He’ll eat us! the leaders said quaking in their boots with dread but wait a minute. What if we feed him first, and set him free? We’ll tell the people…
Sacred spaces
Plastics choking ocean, killing life chemicals poison soil and water like children who won’t clean their room humanity makes the mess bigger deciding it’s all too hard the rich would rather have the money and the rest, who cares what we say while our children wonder how long til we choke on our own rot…
The origins of Easter
It’s that time of the year when shops are selling chocolate eggs, bunnies, and various other chocolate animals. (You can get an Easter Bilby in Australia.) Churches hold special services, and nominal church goers make one of their twice-yearly visits. At this time also, the internet gremlins come out to shout that Easter is a…
Event horizons and sticky thoughts
Endlessly circling the point of no return Conjure up happy thoughts Sunshine and flowers But bad times stick, glue-like To the night hours Sleep time is sleepless time As dark fears call to you Staring at the black hole Gaping wide to welcome you You pass the event horizon And spiral in Forever
A look at Origami
In the course of my (mostly inept) attempts at basic Origami lately, I became curious about the origins and history of the art. So after a journey around the internet, I’ve discovered a few interesting things. Origami is itself a Japanese term, which means ‘folding paper’ (from ‘oru’, meaning fold, and ‘kami’ meaning paper). However…
Autumn, in the evening
The lamps are lit Reflecting autumnal gold Up from the sheen of the wet path It’s still raining lightly And I’m glad of my umbrella As I walk under the trees It’s cold, and getting colder And it’ll be good to be home Anticipating warm soup, thick with vegetables Fresh, crusty bread And maybe sweet…
Land of dreams
Land of dreams, dream realm, dream world, dreamscape, etc. These are all imaginative ways of referring to the images we see when asleep. From ancient times, dreams have been a source of mystery and magic. They have been considered as prophetic. Their occurrence has been ascribed to gods or spirits. Cultures world-wide have myths and…
The Umbrella
What’s the point of an umbrella Held over a soaking head by a stranger On a very wet day That ship has sailed, surely This body could not be any wetter Were it to jump in a swimming pool So, what’s the point of an umbrella To share a shelter with someone who has…
Public hospitals and other weirdness
Over the last few weeks I have been experiencing (as a concerned onlooker) the wonderful public health system in Australia. What I have taken away from this is the determination to hang on to my private health cover no matter what. First – how to find the patient in the public health system. Shouldn’t be…
Eclectic Assemblage 