Jan 28, 2017 | Fiction, Poetry |
The school-bell is a call to battle, every step to class, a step into the firing-line. Here is the target, fine skin at the temple, cheek still rounded from being fifteen. Surrendered, surrounded, she takes the bullet in the head and walks on. The missile cuts a...
Jul 30, 2016 | Non-Fiction |
The ethos of the surfers themselves — the detached, otherworldly, laid-back, relaxed, pleasure-addicted world of sun, sea, sand, and endless pure enjoyment — has left its own legacy, and in unexpected places. Industry, most particularly. A handful of company founders...
Feb 14, 2015 | Featured, Fiction, Poetry |
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did. Women and men (both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars...
Jan 1, 2013 | 2012, Playlists, Toons |
Yeh, I could do something post-ironic like a best of list of the list of best ofs for 2012, but it seems more fun to just share some cool music from the year, and keep the chatter to a minimum… So please take a few mins to hit play on these vids and make sure...
Aug 21, 2010 | Fiction, Poetry |
The morning sun serenely warms and gilds The rye and corn still damp in dewy fields, The sky has kept the freshness of the night. One wanders out just for the sake of it, Beside the river with dim yellow weeds, Along a grass path edged by alder-trees. The air is...
