Time is ruthless, it watches laughing as I sit unable to move
Month: April 2020
A Story for Our Time; Witjuti Grubs.
I drove my two children in a saloon car across Australia to Uluru with a five gallon butt full of water, and a tent
A Story for Our Time; Sleep.
I know a lot more than I would like to about being tired, I have studied at the college of tired...
A Story for Our Time; marmalade.
I envy those people who go through life without ever questioning their beliefs....
A Story for Our Time; dust and bees.
I remember meeting a man when I was in my late teens who didn’t know how old he was...
A Story for Our Time; Stars.
I look at my feet dangling in the dark water; all my toes are still there.
A Story for Our Time; Mirrors.
I look at my face again in the ocean mirror, that is twice today already....
A Story for our time; dragons.
I focus on the sky again...the clouds are moving across it, dancing and swirling, leaping just for me, and all the fish.
A Story for Our Time; physics teachers and board rubbers.
Claude lived on a boat, he once invited me round for tea...and we had to sit with our feet up on the seats because the bottom of the boat was a foot deep in water.
A Story for our Time; Dreams.
I am standing now on the deep green glass, looking down and down through the surface, the glass is hard, it is solid under my feet.