If music is life in the form of art, then cocktail is jazz in the form of a drink. Consists of two ingredientsyet a complex drinkA hint of firesmells of grain and maltcutting through the fatstrong and suddenburns your throat immediately Performed without arrangementsyet a curious toneThe music of freedomescaped from the voidrunning through the …
Nothing’s gonna change your world
***** fiction***** 'Don't worry, mum. Everything is fine. I will see you when I get back.' 'When? When are you coming home?' 'I don't know...Christmas maybe.' 'Okay. Look after yourself, my sweet darling JoJo. Love you.' 'Bye, mum. Talk to you later. Love you too.' That was a lie. Everything is not fine. Joseph Jackson’s life has fallen …
Artful waiting…
'Freeing yourself was one thing. Claiming ownership of that freed self was another.'- Toni Morrison, Beloved Who am I? Who gets to decide who I am if not myself? The philosophy of personal identity is among many philosophical issues that philosophers have attempted to resolve since the beginning of human existence. While some believed that …
An intermission
The sun peeps from behind a curtain of clouds casting a shaft of its light on to the stage of the sea shimmering glimmering what will happen next? Fixing their eyes on the gentle silky waves stretched along the horizon the audience awaits wondering pondering who will emerge next? ********** …
Two evenings
These two photos were taken only 10mins apart... In a matter of minutes, the street lights came on, the sky turned from blue and white, to yellow and purple, and then to orange and dark blue. It's five twenty-five it's about time to say goodbye the clock keeps on ticking the sunlight fades away …
Drifting through the sea of life
The day we open our eyes, we find ourselves surrounded by endless water. Staring at the line of the unchanging horizon before us, we wonder where the ocean ends. All day we drift with the tides, we never lose sight of moving water. Floating on the wave with the bottomless ocean beneath us, we …
Morning at Berkeley’s
***** fiction***** It was a usual quiet Wednesday morning at Berkeley’s café. I go to Berkeley’s every Wednesday at half past ten because Wednesday is my regular day off and it is always quiet there at that time of the day when everyone has already gone to work and the lunchtime patrons have …
An everlasting illusion
Life often gets things in the wrong order. Sunrise and sunset - our source of wonder. The rays of the sun diffusing across the skies, a night's memories erased at the exact moment of sunrise. Love never dies but goes on forever. Time flies yet we met not then but later. The world rounds the …
Blue in Green
***** fiction***** Everything seems kind of blue today. It's strange to wake up to one colour. Awakened by a sudden silence, I saw blue. Tints and shades of blue. Everything was blue. It was like living in Picasso's Blue Period kind of blue. I looked out the window. No surprise the sky was blue, but …
The Ocean Spell
Mysterious and dangerous Your unfathomable blue has captivated my curious heart When I fall into your deepness sinking, struggling I stop to doubt my emotions and begin to feel the tension Formless and endless I have no clue for why I am breathing hard When I dive into your darkness flowing, gliding I …
The Wall
Hard and cold a solid fortification Proud and bold a peaceful demolition The Iron Curtain that split The East and The West The country's burden a never-ending identity quest You thought a wall could suppress a desire for sovereignty No, not at all It increased the pressure of liberty Feared and confused the …
Until…
Tell me why...I don't like Mondays...Tell me why This song came across my mind as I was contemplating on this amazing artwork at Carriageworks the other day. On 29 January 1979, 16 year old girl Brenda Ann Spencer opened fire at a school in San Diego killing two adults, injured eight children and a police …
It’s a matter of time
At the unexpected moment our eyes met we failed to talk a second expanded into eternity I heard a sound in the empty-air tick-tock tick-tock our hearts beat accordingly I watched the movement of your lips mumbling rambling words with no rhyme I coded a message with my hand tipping tapping "Now is the time." …
Our gracious neighbour
After a short peaceful cruise across Lake Manapouri, the boat slowly approached the shore of West Arm, trying its best to minimize the disturbance to the serenity embraced by the surrounding mountains. As the boat came to a standstill, the calm water gradually restored its mirror-like surface that looked as smooth as a large piece …
Preserving language through music
American singer-songwriter, the "Piano Man" Billy Joel once commented on the power of music saying that "music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music." This is so true. But there's actually more to this amazing power …
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