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Hanging by a thread
Perhaps it’s because my Dad’s birthday is today, and this will be his 3rd birthday since his passing. I miss him to the moon and back. Perhaps it’s the cumulative stresses of covid-19 lockdowns, work commitments, and attempting to help steer my family through some pretty tumultuous times. All I know is that the last…
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Creative Flow…
Sometimes words fail me. Sad, but true. While other times, it’s as though words dance before my very eyes, mysteriously revealing themselves and the incredible images they convey. They beg me to choose them, giving them life, weaving them into meaningful streams of consciousness. They magically, mystically appear, as though I am simply a conduit,…
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Fergus the Frog (edited version)
Fergus was usually such a happy frog,Loving his home, in a decaying rainforest logBut sitting alone, his eyes filled with tears,Instead of feeling joy, he was swimming in fear. Wiping his sad salty teardrops away,He remembered something his Pop would say.Pop’s eyes would glisten as they filled with love and pride,“Oh Fergus, our funny little…
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Cacophony
Iridescence aglow, awash in moonlight fadingSpiralling, chaotically coruscatingVisitors perhaps, from lands afar,Visitors perhaps, from a distant star. Blinding, buzzing cacophony of sound,Whirling, eruption of earth’s sacred groundFrantically running to escape the haze,Not thinking clearly, trapped in a daze. Portals opening everywhere,Releasing deadly acrid air.Coughing, spluttering it’s hard to breathe,my chest is heavy, I start to…
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Coorah Cockatoo
Glossy black feathers-shone bright,Powerfully strong, beautiful in mid-flight.Tail feathers with a deep red hue,A proud red-tailed Black cockatoo. Coorah Cockatoo counted her edible treasures,A strong bird, with ruby and ebony feathers,She’d foraged all day for pinecones, and acacia seeds,Home sweet home was high above the native reeds. From the dried-out hollows of her Buloke Tree,There…
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Kenny Kookaburra’s Broken Heart
Kenny Kookaburra closed his sad tired eyes,They’d hidden so much, his clever disguise.He pretended to be happy, and so full of spark,Yet some of his feelings were still trapped in the cold dark. His friends, Fergus the frog, and Gertie goanna didn’t know,He was still too afraid for his true feelings to show.Instead, he smiled…
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Icelandic Ponies …
Melting snow half-covered windswept Icelandic fields, Splashes of vibrant greenish yellow and oranges revealed. Morning sunshine weaved rainbows, and vanishing misty dew, Upon ancient hidden fields where, magic flowers grew. Hidden deep behind vast volcanic craters and mountains, Next to the gentle tumbling sounds of geysers, fjords and fountains. Roamed Icelandic ponies, in all their…
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Sated …
Laying atop her crumpled sheet Unbridled passion, intense heat. Muted memories of moments passed, Of sexual marathons, that seemed to last. Closing her eyes, her mind did race, Fingers aflutter, and thoughts entwined. Leather, silk and finest lace, Lashed together, the softest bind. Voracious appetite, she dreamt once more, Of her inner temptress, her lioness…
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Gary Galah’s growing up …
This is a first draft of a children’s picture storybook. It is part of a series of picture books aimed at helping parents discuss serious social issues with young kids. Gary Galah closed his sad tired eyes, They’d hidden so much, his clever disguise. He pretended to be happy, and so full of spark, Yet…
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Night Sky … an example of my son’s work …
Here is an example of my very unique son’s writing style …. It’s not for the faint hearted. Hopefully it resonates with those who enjoy complex literary works …. Oh & those who don’t mind a comma or two (dozen) Night Sky A mind afflicted with the fascination of the aberrant questioned, a mind forever…
Selectively Juggling
Learning to selectively juggle to avoid the chaos and struggle
Selectively Juggling 