The wind blows wild a gale, as I listen to the strings maniacally strummed by a kid creating his own tornado of sound… What matters to me? I have long grown out of using myself[…]

Assange got crunched, and will likely be water-boarded in the US with total, unwavering, unshakeable complicity from our governments. We can march against this…as in, attend organised walking tours of vainglorious value, which will achieve[…]

The bats fly overhead, winning their easy battle with the possums and rats in the fig tree, the bats take what is theirs, for everything in the night is theirs…They pick their battlefield wisely and[…]

The biggest crime of our modern ways…? Its not our major focus on virtual expressions of self on a screen, or vanity, or cowardice, or moral high groundery ugly moralising ranting, or driving, or cycling[…]

I am fairly well read. Fairly well traveled. Fairly well lived and prone to existing with my throttle wide open. All of which combines and leads my fairly capable intellect to assume an extremely cynical[…]

I am growing tired of words. Without thunder or wild moan of primal urge in the rare communion with the wilderness we can find when entangled and coiling like snakes in heat. ANd so I[…]

I rarely have chance to listen to music, but when I do, I seek always the sounds and words which move me in some meaningful way, for both good and ill, for a song might[…]