Tell us about the last thing you got excited about. Last year I entered the Incognito Art Show and my three submitted pieces eventually sold in the last week of the fundraiser, at the maximum discount to the original price. This year one of the three pieces I submitted sold for the full asking price. … Continue reading Sold incognito
Spontaneous belief
People say if you need it, go build it. It turns out there was a need and something was built. I have left it as is. Let sleeping bears lie... Over winter the front yard developed a shrine. Unbidden, unrequested, a small flowerbed turned patch of dirt left fallow except for leaf litter after the sunflowers … Continue reading Spontaneous belief
Postal mathematics
Apparently August is Australian Poetry Month. Since I write poetry and am Australian I guess I should take part. Here's my little contribution. Something new, therefore unpolished. Postal mathsWhat's mine is delivered next door.What's yours is brought to me.Hence getting mail to (any of) our addresses is what postal maths is for. What goes around, … Continue reading Postal mathematics
Top shelf fishing
If we have ever met but haven't caught up in a while, you'll likely be unsurprised to learn I am not yet 6"2 or even 5"3. I remain as tall as I was aged 12. If we haven't met in person: hi, I'm not very tall. No, shorter than that. Yup. Now you know. Not … Continue reading Top shelf fishing
The long afterwards
Death is an end. Except it isn't. Of course it's not. Traffic keeps flowing, the sun rises and sets, and the world continues. My own personal grief is another thing that began before the death and continues after the moment. Every day is different. There is bereftness, and occasions where I catch myself thinking I … Continue reading The long afterwards
After me, what’s left
On a social media post about an estate sale of works by a deceased artist, one person commented something like if they had not achieved a sustainable income and/or fame from their art by the time of their death, they would have everything burn. This person seemed angry that the deceased artist, who clearly had … Continue reading After me, what’s left
The edge
What's your favorite time of day? Dusk, sunset. The onset of evening. The magic hour. Where light dances with cloud and horizon, scattering into soft warms and intense cools in dramatic, painterly brushstrokes across everything seen and unseen. Then Venus appears. There's a peace, a calm that settles with the afternoon / evening interlude. Birds … Continue reading The edge
Dream cities
How would you design the city of the future? Well this is timely, given my doodling of late (see below). I'd design a city, first, by rereading Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino. Then perhaps, Perdido Street Station, and then by looking at the art of M C Escher. Then I'd recall that for inhabitants of … Continue reading Dream cities
Slow start
I finally found the time, and the emotional, physical, and mental bandwidth to write, complete, edit, and submit a poem a couple of weeks ago. It was rejected and that felt...actually that felt pretty good. Writing something for it to be rejected is a tiny window of situation normal amidst an ever evolving multi-directional maelstrom … Continue reading Slow start
New series, Who dis?
Yeah. Maybe I'm back writing about Doctor Who. Mainly, because this 2024 restart will *smiles widely* offend so many, many people. I can't wait. And, in fact, I haven't. I'm just pausing for lunch. Yup. It's back. What's offended me: Disney claiming Doctor Who is their original program. Lol. They should have looked it up … Continue reading New series, Who dis?
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