The Blog

I have studied Minoan archaeology, the origins of consciousness, Renaissance and early 20th century art history, cosmology, and I love cooking food from the spicier regions of Africa and Europe. I patented a device to aid corporate insignificance and personal anxiety, and have started a movement to change Australian garage walls and floors into an art form. My first job in Australia was digging post hole with a tractor. I will elaborate on all of these subject on my blog in coming weeks and months.

The blog will cover writing, thoughts, recipes from foreign lands, artists and art movements, favorite books, movies and poems, social media posts, new book extracts, as well as my favorite books and authors.

Learning a New Dance

Learning a New Dance

they used to leap around and prance it always was the same old dance they tied their feet onto the floor and moved the way they did before but then They thought about a new romance and maybe learn another dance to sway and swing with something more Then dance the way...

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Living and Writing in the Tropics

Living and Writing in the Tropics

As a writer now living in the tropics, I sometimes wonder how I ever got here. I often feel something similar while writing a novel or long story, banging on the keys for hours. I begin to imagine myself a kayaker moving fast down a river that shrinks into a creek and...

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The Rush of Time

The Rush of Time

Why must time always rush away? Why can’t it be captured, grand emotions replayed? A photo, a fragment, a scent one inhales, So brave is an artist who tries hard and fails; When memories are lost with all their details, Why must time always rush away? Why must time...

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The Garage Renaissance Movement

The Garage Renaissance Movement

Why do we spend so much time beautifying our homes yet allowing our garage to look so bloody ugly? A few years back, we bought an older home in the Australian tropics on picturesque Clifton Beach. The house was nice but the floor of the garage was oil and paint...

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At least I’m Sweat’n free

At least I’m Sweat’n free

It’s a craze we do up here while we’re drink’n beer and sweat’n dream’n bout the air being dry, when the heat’s not so upset’n cause when I wake up in the morn, I’m slimy wet from head to foot and when I’m sit’n on the throne, I keep a’slide’n off the toot Yes, I can...

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The Revival of the Bigot’s Creed

The Revival of the Bigot’s Creed

While researching The Woman Left Behind, I had to deep-dive into my memory and the memories of others to retrieve stories about Greeks escaping their poor villages in search of a new life, money, and sometimes just adventure. Their arrival into the USA during the...

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