Grey’s Anatomy
“Oh goodie. Grey is the new sexy.” For the longest time, I had grey pinned as a terribly boring and dull colour. The colour of rain. Fog. A dead heart (which is quite a romantic notion, I confess. An...
View ArticleLessons In Love From A Potted Plant
The potted plant that was never meant to spent its life indoors Many times it has told me it would prefer to be outside, to rot in rudderless rain or freeze in hilarious hailstorms. Though short-lived,...
View ArticleWhy It Does Matter What Kind Of Blue It Is
This is a re-post of an old blog item. I’m trying to get my act together and start using this space again. Not sure what I can offer you. It won’t be the same as before. Nothing is the same as before....
View ArticleThe Longing
After days of groggy sloppiness, in your last hours, you developed a longing for water. It wasn’t merely a physical thing, a technicality, irrigating the realms of your sickness....
View ArticleSilence Mode
I’ve been in silence mode for a long time. Gotta fix something first – something big, that got broken along the way, and took parts of me with it. Please do not worry. All should end well. (I tell...
View ArticleThe Sun Coming Up Every Day Is The Story
Sadness is all around these days, and I suspect it will be for quite some time. I don’t really mind, this sadness of late is genteel, a great comfort in that wispy state that is best described as...
View ArticleSaving Earth? We Should Try Till The Very End
I’ve written before about the issues we’re faced with on Earth (here, here and here), and how I believe it doesn’t really matter whether or not we have a chance in hell to get our act together and save...
View ArticleZorro
Click on picture to enlarge … and he fought no more for the sea of sorrow eased his way into the night. (Today, my brother-in-law died. He was a special guy, with a special life. I like to think it is...
View ArticleUnfleshed Future
Unfleshed Future When people talk about the future, I cringe. Not because it is so bleak, but because I am rubbish at the “planning for the future” game most people like to play. I always have been. I...
View ArticleIt All Begins And Ends With The Eyes
Or, as Mark Twain put it: “You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” (Sadly, my imagination has been offline these past couple of weeks, as I have been very busy with work...
View ArticleNot The Merrit Of The Parrot
Life is not the merrit of the parrot, but of the one who teaches him to fly.
View ArticleA Shrine Inviolate To Find
The graces once made up their mind A shrine inviolate to find And there they shed, and that with ease Some light on i-DOLL-atries (A little bit of Plato, a little bit of me & the dolls)
View ArticleFighting For A Better Dream
Dear despot, I tried to learn your language so that I could have you churn out lovey-dovey small talk all night long, but the language you speak is too outlandish for my brain to process properly. This...
View ArticleBelief Systems, Because Duality Is Easier That Way
It is perfectly fine to have a belief system. In fact, I think no human being can go without such a system, however terse, for longer periods of time. It is what helps us cope with the collision damage...
View ArticleIt All Comes Down To This
“Comedy Of Conks” | Click for larger image Life in and of itself doesn’t make any sense. (Y’all knew that, right?) We scramble it, passionately, desperately, preferably with our whole mind / body /...
View ArticleHave A Heart, Will Honour It
Because of our current predicament (against our will we are living in an area slowly being destroyed by induced seismicity), I’ve taken on another role. Besides a writer and an artist, I am now also an...
View ArticleLifting Something Allright
“You know, for an agnostic person I tend to pray a lot,” I confided in a friend recently. “I’m not sure about the effect though. Perhaps I’m doing something wrong.” She was quiet for a while. Then she...
View ArticleWhat Else Are They There For?
People are the strangest creatures. These past few months, I’ve learned that most do not appreciate it if you open your mouth, shout, and then take a bite. The shouting parting is OK, but biting? Nah,...
View ArticleGiving Them A Place To Be
Click for larger image Of late, I’ve been wondering whether or not life always should be linked to a form. For instance, the inner world is rife with life that has not manifested itself as matter in...
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