The Hitchhiker
By John Urban You know, some days, I get down. Probably from too much of nothing.The greater power then might just arrange for me to see how well off I … Continue reading The Hitchhiker
In, around and beyond our village
By John Urban You know, some days, I get down. Probably from too much of nothing.The greater power then might just arrange for me to see how well off I … Continue reading The Hitchhiker
The place had an air of vibrancy and hope, and the crowds of people gathered there were smiling gleefully, and greeting each other joyfully, as if they hadn’t seen each other in a very long time.
“Memory presents a slideshow of single frames, strewn randomly across the floorboards of my lifetime”
What does one wear to a wedding that one won’t be attending?
So thank you Wakefield and dear Chelsea old and new. You have been the best of neighbours and most wonderful friends.
Lest the word ‘capital’ evoke pictures of a city, I must report that Moresby had a downtown area of one block and boasted one traffic light.
I needed that, the sudden shock of something longed for, manifest.
By about halfway through the fourth day, I was definitely beginning to fray at the edges. My thoughts began to hover unhappily on the reality of the miles and days we had yet to go. We were after all, not even halfway in.
By Chris Corcoran “I hear you’re musicians.” I peered around Peter to join the conversation. It was a Saturday night in March and we were listening to a drum circle … Continue reading Shakti Sunday (revised)
By Billy Collins
by Michelle April
“Mémé keeps repeating I love you and then there is silence. The purity of that love, is unparalleled. There is no baggage with this love. I say goodbye and hang up.”
Some of us in Wakefield are trying to save a local forest, a forest that’s a ten-minute walk from Wakefield’s Earle House intersection.