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Mother’s Day Remembrance
I walked under the old elm trees. It was a cold winter’s day and the air was sharp. There was no one to break the stillness. I was conscious only of the dank smell of wet leaves underfoot and the sheep and cattle grazing peacefully in the paddock across the creek.
At last it was possible to be myself, away from people. My thoughts were in emotional turmoil. Watching death creep insidiously through my mother’s body as cancer claimed her was hard to bear. I tried to grasp the inevitability of losing her. She was noble in her dying, never complained. “Andy’s randy today,” was all she would say when beset with pain. Continue reading
Amulet
Years pass prise open tomb of migration
Amulet brown roughshod stitched leather
Nestles in palm of aspiration
Flaminia buffeted across seas Piraeus to Fremantle stormy weather
Amulet brown roughshod stitched leather
Loving maternal hands prepared it in sorrow
Flaminia buffeted across seas Piraeus to Fremantle stormy weather
Her son leaves for the antipodes tomorrow Continue reading
A woman’s wig
Greetings,
There’s a news item that has made the headlines recently and was spotted by member of our Merry Band, Mike, in the Channel Isles:
There has been a story in the in the UK media concerning the murder of a guy who worked for GCHQ (the UK Government intelligence service that listens to ‘phone calls and decrypts emails etc). He was found dead at his London flat inside a large zip-up bag. Continue reading
From Top to Toe
After meeting all the other life forms that share our journey (quite literally) last week ( http://www.write101.com/W.Tips699.htm ) it felt right to take a closer look at ourselves this week, so I thought we’d re-visit some of the more startling discoveries we’ve made together over the past 700 issues.
Yes, you read that right … 700 times this little missive has winged its merry way through cyber-space to land all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in your In-Box each Friday morning (or Thursday evening …) And to celebrate, you can get a whopping 50% off the price of my modestly named Quiz Book: A Word for Everything!
Emigre
I held my youth like a knife
sharpened by the sun,
by the smooth sirocco
and I cut myself in two Continue reading
The Hill
Someone had a lot of dead people
He dug the ground he buried them himself
Stone by stone earth on earth
he built a hill
On top of the hill
he built his cabin facing the sun Continue reading
without borders
living in the bottom of a dirty rubbish bin a prosperous life a promised career never started and nowhere finished unfloating a tremendous lie for golden dragons and wealthy princesses hurling like a stone hold by an angry peasant the future likes a promise without borders
Loose ends
All night long, sleepless
you promised not to cry
to drive to downtown
to the family lawyer
and tie up loose ends Continue reading
The Meaning of Myths
The soul of man possesses the capabilities to recognise and respond to truth that the myth carries, even before the mind grasped and analyse it. Most of us have been touched with this type of phenomena in the past and especially in our youth, before our minds and souls have been wounded and cobbled by dogmatism and wrong education. Soul responds sensitively to truth and its poetical beauty that encompasses the myth –and which has been lost through countless incarnations. Here, we see clearly the Socratic theory that our soul pre-existed and that all knowledge is nothing more than αναθύμισης=anathimisis= recollections from the past. Continue reading
Betrayal
He stood silent next to her.
She cried for the somber hour
lingered indecisively
like the question in her tongue Continue reading


