To some the first thing they see when they look at me is the colour of my skin. To others its my gender, my big smile or my charm-or lack of it. To those who hear me speak I'm an employee, a tax payer, a son, a friend, an ex, a heterosexual, a sapiosexual, a … Continue reading The Identity Crisis – In Crisis
Behold. I stand at the doors, and the gates of El and Hell. To door number 1, I turn to the light, retorted and distorted by the tints and taunts of the polished brass. That embellish the knob, with a twist of the wrist and a turn of the key in the lock. But before … Continue reading Grand Openings
I tried to fit into Pandora’s Box, labelled with a brand, and some stickers. Stacked in lines of rows and aisles. Packaged to protect the heart and supress the mind, confined to the archives of a time and times past-tense. Beneath the corrugated flaps, the bubble wrap and the scotch tape there was fragile, colourless … Continue reading The Box Delusion
I sat in my favourite café, ordered my favourite coffee and began typing, and typing, and typing. Until I was hungry. Then I looked at the brunch menu and thought, “Should I order the same thing I did last weekend, or should I try something different? I like the way that they scramble my eggs, … Continue reading My Indecisive Brunch
The Philosopher's Poet 