I had a face, an address, and a name but nothing concrete to tie whoever the fuck this was to Simone apart from anecdotal 'maybes'. She was still denying flatly she was seeing anyone (I asked that question so many time in many different ways and, quickly losing patience with my interrogation she clammed up. … Continue reading David from work…
Category: Grief
broken 2…
another relationship bites the dust : this time not my failure!
broken…
So I jumped into a future that was uncertain and cloaked in lies. No 'chute or safety net to speak of apart from good friends far and away supporting me gently (but warily) as my life collapsed. Given the timely opportunity to come back home on a charter military flight (funnelling US military out of … Continue reading broken…
compulsive vagrant…
It struck me the other day (mired deep in an existential funk, sulking about mortality and life choices) as I packed my duffle bags for yet another relocation, that being homeless by choice rather than by circumstance is actually a bit of a luxury. Especially in the pandemic era we are living through with its … Continue reading compulsive vagrant…
processing…
Back in Dubbo for a week now - a city of endless straight lines and unforgiving heat - these first 10 days of re-entry spent in a seesawing fever/fugue state brought on by the lightning fast onslaught of influenza picked up on Day 1 in Christchurch. No, it wasn't Coronavirus just a vicious flu and … Continue reading processing…
so hot right now…
36C (96.8F)... Ya know I gotta say it. It's so bloody hot today. 39.1C in Hobart last Friday was bearable - a sleepy city by the ocean, cooled by the sea breezes (even it it was a chokingly hazy breeze, thick with the smoke of countless wildfires burning Tasmanias forested areas to the bare earth). … Continue reading so hot right now…
Enroute…
Well I'm off again ... after a short 10 days home in country Australia ( which saw both fantastic heavy rainfall and storms and a visit from Prince Harry and the missus) I'm just now departing Hobart on the good old orange icebreaker - Aurora Australis - for another summer stint at Davis Station on … Continue reading Enroute…
f*cking tourists…
What a pack of bastards! They come to your country, spend a few days running around seeing the tourist sights, read a few Wikipedia articles (at the very least a travel mag article) and then have the gall to constantly Instagram or Facebook the living fuck out of the mundane places where you work, have … Continue reading f*cking tourists…
More bloody ghosts!
Let's change pace again - no pics or pith...just words before I forget them. There's something about Thailand that mashes up my subconscious like a banana in a blender. My sweet Thai dreams last night were again haunted by weirdness and spirits from the past. It wasn't a bad thing, and the haunting this time … Continue reading More bloody ghosts!
Here’s the thing…
...creatively, I can only seem to function in crisis mode. When things are going along nicely, my little dark wordy well of hopelessness and despair runs dry, along with any desire to write or create or share. 'Thank Fuck! - keep your whiny bullshit to yourself', you cry. Fear not and rest assured, Dear Reader, … Continue reading Here’s the thing…
Man Down! 