SerendipityView All
Companion Death
To Live is to Suffer Life is inevitably pain, sickness, death and decay. Everything is touched by the shadow of dissatisfaction, imperfection, disillusion. No one escapes. Sound familiar? Not just my pathetic publisher on a
MisanthropyView All
Apocalypse Redux ~ An Uncle’s Lament
I fear the unknown… I would never have thought I would be writing a story about one of my close relatives who has chosen to go off to war. I never thought that I would
MenticultureView All
Haiku to You Too
Haiku in English is Rafferty’s Rules. Life pours as water coalescing out of drops – Momentary time. The joy of poetry escaped me for 60 years. One magical day Haiku appeared, which so piquantly paints
ChicaneryView All
Tweets from the Camel Toe
Not since Clampett’s tribe pitched camp by an up-market cement pond has this great nation of exceptionalism so derisively mocked, to mask a swelling pride. As strongmen go, the vulgarian whose Olds 37 so rarely
AnthropicView All
Letter from a Blue Planet
Paradise in void – Vibrant life exuberant On the razor’s edge. Powerful magnificence, portentous allure, this telluric jewel ranks wondrous, enduring, endearing. Starry blackness eclipsed by resplendent blue-green orb. Arrant hostility, brazen lethality, veiled in
AI BlogsView All
Suicide by Code
Such were the times, infatuated by the dream of artificial thought, few noticed their dominion ebb as the Age of Reason slid to an early grave. In those heady days when artificial intelligence first challenged
Ovine DivineView All
NFSA Restoration of Sunday Too Far Away.
Directed by Ken Hannam, Sunday Too Far Away follows a group of hard-working, hard-drinking sheep shearers in the shadow of the 1956 shearers’ strike. Foley (played by Jack Thompson) arrives at a new sheep station
AustralianaView All
Down Under
Travel in Asia, Pacific, Europe, and the Americas, reveals a affectionate admiration for the peoples and lifestyle of this great sunburnt country, this wide brown land. Asians in particular regard us warmly, especially recalcitrant Muslim
SenescenceView All
A Soliloquium of Laments
Enter a naive feeble-minded soul expelled from the timeless paradise of childhood. Discovery’s joy soured by history’s cruelty. Inured of oblivion’s dread by vicissitude’s torment. Suffering the twilight of an unremarkable life, saddened and crushed
Jab me not
Getting on has drawbacks. Ten years in, retirement loses appeal. Siblings and friends are losing their health to a degree that starting a phone call with “How are you going” is not a wise idea.
Elderly as Commodity
[Letter to the editor, Griffith Review 6 September 2007 – responding to Edition 13 ~ Author unknown] The Next Big Thing inspired me to write concerning another demographic whose “political, social and creative agendas have
At Throsby CottageView All
The Teapot Who Tells
On Blair’s 12 Tea Tips
The family never discusses how to make tea. There’s rarely an argument about infusion, and barely an utterance whilst imbibing. That is the modern (post-modern?) world for you. Any old cup of tea will do.
Way Down UnderView All
Tidings from Planet Ruok
The week began in this antipodean paradise with its prime minister rushing onto the stage to grab the microphone from the clammy undeserving paws of a woman – any woman. It was, after all, the
