Archive 2000-2009
Sydney is a great place to read a Dickens novel: it’s rainy right now all the time, and if it’s…
Grinning I tear the wallpaper down. Flowers all over it. White flowers and red flowers pink flowers. I tear them…
And on to the omnipotent! A whistling fear flying past me, pushing the air around it so that it shuffles…
My fingers are sticky with syrup. I try frantically to collect the spilled liquid covering the floor, gathering it up…
When a vehicle travels along the road white dust kicks up in swirls behind it leaving giant clouds in its…
I’m sitting on a toilet at my office. My tongue tastes vaguely like a salt lick right now. I know…
In my last post I mentioned that I was having a “gently relaxing” time in the bush. That changes when…
Twenty people clung to the rope stretched over the bubbling volcano. “Shout!” said one. “Scream!” said another. But no one…
My piano is out of tune. We’ve had it in our family for 50 years and I’ve never heard it…
Sumatra is the sixth largest island in the world, and anyone visiting it quickly realizes that they must often severely…
After 17 hours on airplanes I arrive in Melbourne on May 31, 2007. Two hours later I make it to…
Driving on a road.A black cat still looks alive(it’s almost breathing).
500 bakeries line the street north of my house. A doughnut. Fried bread. That’s all I wanted. The first one…
In the middle of his head hung his problem, his enormous dilemma, the way a comforter is a giant to…
The bus stop was made up of a single sign reading “City Bus Stop” and three cement blocks for benches.…
I once saw an old movie reel in a trash can. The projector wasn’t there, just the reel which you’d…
A woman I work with, let’s call her Sally, has a son who got a divorce. One day the ex-wife…
He sat in the rocking chair, and it brought him comfort. A soda sat between his legs chilling his crotch…
My parents are both high school teachers. My dad taught a girl, Dawne, who married an Australian, Rick, and has…
When could this have happened? Shattered glass covered the floor of the business, little diamonds sparkling on the concrete tile.…
I have my first massage in Ubud. I’ve only had one other massage, in Texas, and I must say I…
The corn had been bad as it sat on the supermarket shelf — ready to be sold — but she…
Made by Hand made a short series of videos celebrating the art of doing things by hand. This is their…
A worn out machine sat in a brown leather recliner watching a video discussing the future possibilities of human bionics.…
Most people thought he was either stupid or crazy. They’d watch him for a few seconds, then shake their heads…
Standing up and beating himself he felt better. It never changed anything. A couple of times he had beaten himself…
“Give me a brand name!” cried the shirt. It hung on a discount rack outside of a clothing store, drooping…
It’s been a long, hot day in Indonesia and I’m afraid I simply cannot write an interesting blog about the…
Thunder is rolling like rocks on gravel, and as I write this the first few drops have begun to fall…
This castle is described as Chateau des Dames, the ladies castle, because women have most influenced its design and destiny. Mini watercolor…
The threads are like barbed wire on my skin, course wool grating against my body, clawing at my flesh like…
My family exposed me to so much music that other kids my age weren’t listening to. By the end of 5th…
I watch your car drive off the bridge from the riverbank. The dogs are barking from the fence and some…
I was in 6th grade I discovered the books of Piers Anthony in my school library. He wrote the popular…
I sat on a bench at the corner of Lincoln Street and Bailey looking at her from across the street.…
Lincoln National ForestRotring pen on Moleskine
Someone lit a match in his chest, right below his heart. His heart blistered where the flame touched it, but…
I watched a giant thumb inch its way across my lawn. When it got to my house it went upright…
A crop-dusting plane sits in my living room talking to my arms. “I have a secret,” the plane whispers to…
The trip to Berastagi is a bumpy, winding, vomit-smelling bus ride (children and old people puking out the windows behind…