Treasured Photograph

The last rays of the day filtered gently through the window

Run

“Tonight I will leave work and just run. No excuses, no procrastination.”

ANZAC Day – A Tribute

The song says you “were only 19” and many of you were.  

Black Ops Mission

I recently ventured on a black ops mission of art discovery.

He is my future, I am his past

With a shaking wrinkled hand and obvious pride the elderly gentleman slowly smoothed his silvery, thinning hair over his sun scarred scalp.

Poet in Residence

I was wandering through the Adelaide Central Markets toward my favourite little tea vendor when I heard the clickety-clack of a typewriter.  Yes, a typewriter.