By: Jhandu Cheap chillies! How fresh their green gleams glow,Now from the womb, covered in seed;Unaware, a flashing blade approaches, heave ho! Off with our tails, oh the math, were we quartered in halves?Look all at our wounded little pieces,…
By James Aitchison It was called “the shot that went around the world”. On 28 June 1914, in Sarajevo, 19-year-old Gavrilo Princip, a fervent Bosnian nationalist, shot and killed Archduke Franz Ferdinand Carl Ludwig Joseph Maria, heir to the Austro-Hungarian…
By James Aitchison Can a viral infection, from millions of years ago, affect you today? Ancient viruses, it seems, are preserved in the genomes of 38 mammal species — including humans. Some of our ancient viruses may be protecting us…
By: Simon Heathcote ‘I don’t mind what happens. That is the essence of inner freedom. It is a timeless spiritual truth: release attachment to outcomes and – deep inside yourself – you’ll feel good no matter what.’ Krishnamurti And so there…
By: @stephenolaoke_ SWEET REST Sitting without a pen in hand,Memories, emotions, all coming to play,I feel my skin gently press against the sand,As before my eyes all things lay, Clear as the day,Spent in the night,Hidden among the melody stay,Carved…
By: Lindsay McLeod RED FLAGS The flowers in her hair dis-turbed the voices in my head and it wasn’t too long beforeI said, (as suave as all get out) ‘Let me slip into somethinga little more comfortable.’I slipped into my…
By: James Aitchison Forests rustle,we are amongthe living,listening to lightdrip from the moon.No shadowsdarken our world.No earthly struggleshold us back.We harvestour eternal minds,because everything isbalanced within us.
Hollywood’s most unlikely collaboration: Errol Flynn, Adolf Hitler, and a Viennese opera composer
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By James Aitchison T Tasmanian-born Errol Flynn was a lucky man. He literally stepped into Golden Age stardom on the strength of one minor film. While his acting talent was frequently dismissed, no other star looked so convincing in tunic…
By: Alex Stolis Tales of Brave Ulysses; the Cyclops of Cancer Odyseus leaned on Athena’s soft shoulder, bright eyesaflame defying her father, the Fates; the lesser deitieson Olympus trembled. He knew the Gods could beunpredictable, drunk on power and truth…
By: Catherine Arra Adagio Or anunmoored 12-barblues, wounded sonataa busted-up nursery rhymeor the lost versespeechless stanzamirrored in minor keysfor mourning, for melancholy,maudlin afterone too manydirty martinis, noolive, loving white sand desertswanting beaches,the notes of mysingle solo played inallegro. No time…