in future posts, i intend to tell you all about the fairies and gnomes and elves and brownies that come thronging to my garden as they throng to any garden where they’re made welcome, and i’ll tell you how to keep them happy and healthy – and what happens when you don’t.Read More welcome to my on-line home!
if somebody please would explain to bilby
wtf wuth thet symbl?
the tide may very well return, yes,
if this is a good planet, the tide might turn…
egg of my dreaming spirit asleep under whose airy wings cloud downy, softer than love spread all-wise, all-ways around you alight with the dazzle of seeing flashing in lively moments of glittering meanings memory passions and principles of play do you dream my life so vividly eager to give and be given to eager to […]Read More egg of my dreaming – a poem
‘We told you,’ said the rat, ‘in… stench. In roaring, shrieking, text-rich, sensitively detailed, totally articulate, operatically eloquent, quintessentially consummate perfect miracles of stench, illustrated in nervy, fraught visual arrangements of variegated grunge pointed up with pithy pellets of filth. But then you’re illiterate, aren’t you?’Read More The Contract: a story.
elixir deep in the sacred centre of my genesisthe root of my craeb the fountain of my spiritthe loud-crying stone of my validationthe spark of my flame’s ignitionthere are my many destinies, infinite and eternal like seeds sometimes I feel I could reach through the marbled liquid layers of my years to the first cry […]Read More elixir, a poem
sheila awoke in a strange bed in a weird little room all angles and planes and the little man bringing her in a cup of tea. he seemed very pleased. the teacup looked hopelessly tiny, but as she reached for it it became just the right size, yet didn’t seem to have changed. the tea was delicious and gave her strength. the little man showed her a beautiful green dress and a pair of green leather shoes, and told her to put them on and come downstairs.Read More whatever happened to sheilah?
but gods though they were, they were, like us, gods mediating their divinity through the limiting, still somewhat distortive mind and imagination of the mortal human being and they sometimes quarrelled and snitched at each other though they were always ashamed, and they were always sorry after.Read More inevitably, satan, centre stage.
close enough to the stars to clamber aboard and talk to zaphod beeblebrox, or jesus or dr who and the whole star wars crew and the seven sister star girls who wouldn’t marry anyone because they were having so much such super cosmic fun.Read More what the koala told me about the birth of the planets
mistletoe dream-time spirit man, child of the earth and the sky!Read More reconciliation dreaming
we weave worlds, weave the wyrd and the wild ways of wizards. we weave with work wealth worthy to win, we will weave with wisdom…Read More we weave
i’ve listened to the scientists and this is my reply; respectfully i must advise, we don’t see eye to eye. my animistic atoms making predetermined shapes, mechanically intending everything from stars to apes, just flout the simple sanity of your established science and seem to treat the ‘evidence’ with cavalier defiance. you […]Read More turtles all the way – er – in.