Chaos

The fishing boat returns to the river trailed by hundreds of seagulls scavenging the remains of their catch, with the sun moments ago creating an illusion to those on the city hills of a deep red fire in the surrounding woodlands but now bequeathing us only shadows to switch our hearing to the primary sense.…

Si vis pacem, para bellum

A big fat ironic aspect of humanity sits on our intelligence and won’t allow us to move until we use brute force itself to dislodge the suffocating obvious need for physical strength; the savage concept of protecting ourselves. Sometimes ‘by any means necessary’. To the enlightened this thought process is to debunk its true pursuit…

Focus

The very first note I type wearing my spectacles and every letter is bright and sharp, no mistaking ‘Y’ for ‘V’; but it was nonetheless a biological defeat. My poor sagging eye lenses had gotten me this far by bringing into view every detail of creation albeit mostly in magazines and TV, save the high…

Dehumanization

Hundreds of cars on a vast stagnant motorway – A traffic jam so to speak. Not exactly Dickensian prose that would identify the human condition, but there I was trapped in such a social situation on my holiday. My holiday! How terribly annoying. Easier for me to see the metal outer shell structures of these…

History

Watching the news unfold from Nice… How can 2 people see something so very differently?  ‘Striking Cobra’ or ‘Tranquil Swan’? Maybe you just see the number 2. Only this week I viewed some old postcards from an African French colony with an anthropological photograph showing the natives in customary dress. The title to the article…

Imagination Playing Tricks

A child trampolines on an unmade bed while the mother throws a sheet above his head. If it were drawn back quickly to cast a more fitting ‘mattress shape’ it could quite possibly catch the youngsters head and break their marshmallow soft neck all in the crack of a tablecloth trick. A truly awful fate,…

Symbolism

With my head resting against the train window rocking to the skipping lullaby of the tracks beneath, the suns reflection, like a blazing comet sweeping through the wet grassland, sometimes disappearing and rejoining the race like a Morse code signal being tapped out along the reeds and bulrushes. A perfect way to spend the day;…