Ruth the Squirrel Live to Work Work to Live Like Squirrels Of Winter In Boston Common. Pressure to Grow Delights of Sex Like Squirrels Of Spring In Boston Common. Tourist Performance Sing for your Supper! Like Squirrels Of Summer In Boston Common. Income only No...
Dear American friends, I am leaving Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, tonight, for a country I have critically admired my whole life. It is the second trip, the last in 30...
THE POEM Talking to a man from galilee Go tell that lonesome liar Go tell that midnight rider Tell the gamblin' ramblin' backslider. Some people go to church just to signify Trying to make a date with a neighbour’s wife Brother let me tell you just as sure as you're...
Time: 10:30 a.m. Date: 4 December 2022 Place: Quest Wodonga, 46 Reid St, Wodonga VIC 3690. Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom Well, who am I to keep you down? It's only right that you should play the way you feel it But listen carefully to the sound...
Rorty Music: Nihilism but beyond it Fallen leaves in the night on the stable sea tide... I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night Who can say where they're blowing? As free as the wind Hopefully learning Why the sea...
Here Comes the Rain Again Eurythmics Here comes the rain againFalling on my head like a memoryFalling on my head like a new emotionI want to walk in the open windI want to talk like lovers doWant to dive into your oceanIs it raining with you? So, baby, talk to...
“Is that really you, Ruth.” I was really feeling her hand on the side of my face, and my finger held in her other hand, as her alive body snugged against my bum, lying on the bed. A dream. A dream very deep in the prefrontal cortex, and after a night of heavy...
“…it's one of these moments where you feel like an era has come to an end and the world is a little emptier,” so spoke the wisdom of Deputy Prime Minister Richard Marles, on the occasion of the passing of Olivia Newton-John. In a matter of only a few days, two...
The breeze is blowing. What will come With the wind? Passing memories Of you, love. The crest of The day. Light has gone. And thoughts turn to you. I sigh. What is there to be, I said Conversations have Past, and now The silence of the...