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PLUTO
…An excerpt of a new project I’ve begun working on. Enjoy! It was mid-summer. The wild oat was tall, and bleached by the searing sun, leaving every paddock swaying in golden light. If it didn’t rain soon, there would be… Continue reading
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BOOK REVIEW: ROBINSON CRUSOE
It has probably taken me about ten years to read Robinson Crusoe. There has always been an old copy (it belonged to my great-grandfather) sitting among the books at my grandparents place. On our family’s bi-annual trips to the Eyre… Continue reading
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HURA
The story behind the story: This rather random short story was inspired by the title of a poem which popped into my head not long ago: Cutting the Cloth of Heaven. This story was based upon the phrase, and grew… Continue reading
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WHEN THE MACHINE STOPS
I have just discovered the beauty of long, silent drives; of hearing a friend’s voice; of reading to fill time, and it is all so luxurious. Simply put, I am in an unexplainable state of freedom. I gave up my… Continue reading
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WAKING UP
It all began with a flash of sunlight behind stain glass. I was flying down a hill on my bicycle in the early morning and glanced at the church as I passed it, all slender in the new morning. The… Continue reading
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