I HE used to be alone Until, one day We came along. We are here When he wakes up We are here When he goes to bed. Always busy We’re never still We crawl efficiently Across the apartment floor. In search of food Our life’s reason We go this way We go that way… Read More Ants in the apartment
Yesterday was Summer. Today is Autumn Or Fall if you will. I started my job on the 29th of February 2016. So, I won’t be celebrating my first work anniversary For another four years. That’s if a robot isn’t sitting In my chair. In which case Who knows where I’ll be. Here is my number.… Read More Season’s Greetings
I’m not morbid. Just curious. From an early age I was attracted to the lives of others, and though I’ve never penned one myself, I’ve had a long and abiding interest in the art of the obituary. In the wake of an unanticipated sequence of deaths over the dying days of 2016 (sorry, the pun was too delicious to overlook) I feel compelled to share a… Read More Au revoir 2016
2016 Ron Howard (Director) The Beatles: Eight Days A Week – The Touring Years, Apple Corps. YES OF COURSE THEY DO. How could they not? They are the standard bearers of how a pop group should look, sound and behave on and off the stage. This in itself is a huge legacy. But they achieved… Read More Do the Beatles still matter?
Life courses for us all, rather predictably And yet we believe we’re all different. How are we so? How are we different? You love to travel. He loves to make money. She loves to write words. They love to try new dishes. And yet these are just flourishes of the same. In the headlong rush… Read More Letter to self
JUST BEFORE THE PHONE CONVERSATION ENDED, I was assured by Tammy at the NSW Police Assistance Line that details of the incident would be wired to the local police station at Balmain. The tide of questions only came to me afterwards. Would the police follow up with a phone call? What would they do with the… Read More Police Report 6226
I’m sitting in a deserted restaurant minding my own business. An old waiter from Bologna approaches my table and pours me another red. He draws near and utters knowingly: “To be a man with an effeminate side is to enjoy the best of both worlds.” What a random comment! Intrusive too. But I’m surprised by his eloquence.… Read More Effeminate?