More apocalypse, less angst
Last night I had a dream about Mel and Cara – we were scavenging for junk in a Victoria neighbourhood, looking for pieces to make a medieval play out of – warm early summer evening and I standing barefoot on alley pavement surrounded by… Continue Reading “Beautiful bicycle. Cyclona.”
I remember the voice coming out of my kitchen radio sometime back in 2003 or 04 – before I moved to the Sunshine Coast – when I still lived above Turks, on the Drive. It caught me, that voice and the poetry it was… Continue Reading “Voice.”
“art is a condition of human existence, it’s function is to build community.” mat callahan in the trouble with music i read the trouble with music a couple of months ago, part of the new offerings that came in the mail as part of… Continue Reading “whose art?”