Perhaps we have become so polarised in the need to have, or not have, that we have forgotten the possibility of developing another view. If. for some reason, it becomes impossible to get real action on truncating the rail line and providing another option: just what might another possibility look like? I wonder whether we…
Month: August 2010
Gazing into the sunset; days after an election.
Awash in a sea of uncertainty: Pugwash on his poopdeck with the crisp wind whirling from the west Stinging Shaking branches and the dust of the sunset Out Day’s end The last of the light slips slowly down behind the horizon Where it can warm someone else’s world Until ours is ready again. It’s spring…
Scenes from a Sunday cycle
It’s difficult to imagine just how all of those people must be feeling today, isn’t it?
Scratchley Dreaming
The moat, high above the harbour: division between dreams and realities Memories and visions, phrases and thoughts, repeated, recycled Revisited then gone: departed yet lingering still in the flashes we see of distant landmarks A mirage resolving into stark and plausible, whimsical and despondent and more. Black, white, light, shade Dichotomy Outward success and a…