Truth indeed

The smart book cannot feed you As twisted old vines can Supermarket purveyors sell Fabricated nourishment as milk and meat. No matter how much the sellers bleat. The stuff of all wholesome sustenance – once lived Machinery assures its by-products – waste. Sure, senses sharpened in the laboratory Allow mankind to reproduce the chemistry ofContinue reading “Truth indeed”

Take a seat.

Living with good genes you visit your doctor only to replace the medications he has prescribed for daily use, when you have run out. You trust your GP – the pills prescribed; will reduce your cholesterol, replace the hormones your absent thyroid cannot produce, or lower your blood pressure. The proof all is well isContinue reading “Take a seat.”

Norwegian troll? Yes and no.

Unwittingly I became a Troll. I though I had just made some acerbic comments on someone else’s comments on social media -and I got back more than I expected. I had heard about how awful Trolls were but I had to consult a dictionary to discover what I had done was to trolling. Since IContinue reading “Norwegian troll? Yes and no.”

Wind / man Power

One of the little John Bell Blondie dinghies Roger and I have been working on is now in my garage waiting for a final coat of paint. There is still much to do before it will be launched, but Roger has taken his to Robe South Australia. He anticipates it will handle well, even inContinue reading “Wind / man Power”

Prompted response

My work is as scrambled as my brain according to Faerie. My written words are no different. This entry is prompted by “Almost” an article a new reader has posted on WordPress. I was prompted to write a response to him when I read this quote of his just after R visited. Here is hisContinue reading “Prompted response”

The Refugee

The embarking passengers ran to the taxi rank and opened the door pausing just long enough to flick water from the rain soaked umbrella before they climbed into the cab. The driver, wearing a checked shirt embossed with the logo “13 cabs” on the collar asked, “Where to”? “Recital Centre Kavanagh Street South Melbourne”. TheContinue reading “The Refugee”

The things you can learn from a country girl.

I married a country girl. She was of the land. She knew things about the rural idyll that other girls didn’t. She knew, in the fog of the early morning, the cows welcomed the release they felt in their udders when she milked them. She knew the fruit trees with spring flowers meant there wouldContinue reading “The things you can learn from a country girl.”