What do we see through the eyes of man? The sun shining bright on a summer’s day Or the dark grey storm-clouds of winter? What do we see through the eyes of man? The beauty of youth in a red dress Or the empathy of ageing in a wheelchair? What do we see through the […]
Month: September 2015
on the face of it
Setting the table for dinner, Harry noticed the salt shaker had pepper mixed in with it. Harry was a curious sort, and, strange as it may seem to others, it got Harry thinking, is that what I’d look like if I grew facial hair? And so he set himself a task to grow a beard in a […]
reaching out
I’ll reach out to you tomorrow and discuss the specifics. This came via e-mail from a business associate a few days ago. It wasn’t the first time. In fact, it’s been occurring regularly, almost as often as I take my morning walks. I reached out to Andrew and he was able to advise of the […]
house of cards
And the house came tumbling down. Or so it seems likely to at some stage. The title alone lends itself to the star of the show falling from the heady peaks of power, glory and notoriety, to the lowly troughs of being ‘yesterday’s man,’ once the rooster, now the feather duster. Yet there appears little […]
dream…
I found myself in a kind of trance, a daze, a dream. It began with a reflection on the night before, which now seemed distant, a vague memory of debauchery and mayhem. I’d survived it without even an alcohol-induced stupor, though if memory served, others hadn’t been so lucky. The driver seemed lucid enough but our […]
I have a dream…
…that I’d like to share with you. It begins where dreams usually do, in the bedroom. That morning the sun shone through the blinds, the same blinds I’d left open the night before. Jules was a sound sleeper and anything but an early riser. She slept peacefully through the sunlight. I, on the other hand, […]
the assassin’s knife
It was hot – inside and out. The sun was out and Spring had turned into an early Summer. Though the forecast was for a cool change in coming days, the heat only had to last 24 hours for an ill-wind to blow through the corridors of power. In Australia, Canberra is the centre of […]
epiphany
He walked amongst the many and came across the one – the one who made him feel like he hadn’t felt before. The feeling was almost indescribable, it was like he was walking on a cloud. She was…perfect. Her beauty was like that of a blooming camellia in the height of Spring. She looked like […]
Hot air
I read an inspiring article this morning. Written by Margaret Kelly and published in The Weekend Australian, it speaks of the way so many of us use language in this day and age. She invokes the memory of George Orwell to articulate the way he would feel (and think) about the level of intellectual thought […]
sensualism 