Image: ID 44055351 © Ysbrand | Dreamstime.com This is how my daytime ended, driving over the high rise of Kessels Road, Robertson, looking out across western Brisbane to the mountain ranges which hid the Brisbane upriver valleys. Coopers Plains below, flat and open...
Image: ID 35109186 © Efired | Dreamstime.com I lift my eyes off the page, siting in the shade of the bakery. Cast my eyes to the blue sky. The horizon of my childhood and youth. A single palm tree top appeared high above the shop lined roof. I feeling the soft...
Saturday late morning, and I am trying to catch up with some serious philosophical notation of Jack McKinney’s last book. He died in 1966, and his book was published by his lover-partner-wife in 1971. We were aged 5 years, and 10 years, respectively in that time of...
Viewer warning: material contains tough reflections on life and death. Unsuitable for sensitive souls, those momentary in 'a bad place', and children (as a guide under the age of 12 years of age). I had these thoughts and feeling some time ago, and I recorded...
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Frequently, these many years, I say or think to myself, “My life is over”. On its appearance that makes no sense. What I am doing is really asking myself a question, “In a teleological sense, is my life over”? Have I reached a point where I will no longer be able to...
1 December 2018, just before 5.00 a.m AEST In a dream from which I would awake, a setting of a carnival, something crossed by the Brisbane Ekka and an American state fair, nothing familiar, only great lights in the night. In the distance I saw Ruth was...