Wongo Creek The greyness of the gum, or, was it white ? Like horses. Why is it that white horses are called greys ? And, in the beginning of the story there is a hint of the middle and the end. A rush of curiosity and an inability to settle for just accepting..a need to…
Looking from the inside out
No matter how hard we might try, we can never really see the world from the perspective of someone else. All of us see the world by looking from the inside out. a gemini poem before I was born i used to play with my twin together we’d wander through mirrors seeing ourselves as others…
Memories from 2004
PASHN COPS TAPPED IN No, not a lurid story for DIE, but the acronyms of three virtual communities online within Australia and the USA. Meet the e-generation: a generation unlike others, linked not to a particular age cohort, but rather to the simple uniting forces of an overwhelming curiosity and the strong human need for…
Postcard from a place #2
A message to a US school leaders’ blog Greetings from Australia Greetings from Australia!! Many thanks to Scott McLeod for the invitation to post to this blog. We had an Australian writer who spoke of “The tyranny of distance.” Now, over a decade into a fully graphic web history, I have the opportunity to participate…
Postcard from a place #1
Down on the beach, as the last of the sun’s goldenness bathes the tops of the pines, two men exchange wisdom and words of great import: gesturing beside their fishing rods which stand as sentinels against the discovery of their real purpose. Behind them, the bay is flat: mirrorlike. Kurnell now glows in the distance. …
Casting pebbles in the pool
Sometimes it’s fun to cast a few pebbles into the pool and watch the ripples spread. There are those for whom the ripples wash lightly across their consciousness and those for whom the smallest pebble seems to create a tsunami to rush headlong through their known and familiar world. We are all at different places…