
Carried on the breeze
to pluck notes on the septum
the scent of danger

Carried on the breeze
to pluck notes on the septum
the scent of danger
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Jovan’s arm extended and two digits grasped the narrow neck of the flask. The callipers opened allowing it’s release from the super-cooled compartment in which it had nestled for the past seventeen years. Time for the next assignment on their mission. He pulled the flask from it’s cradle and turning, reached over and placed it onto the belt carrying it to the jettison chute where it would be released into the planet’s atmosphere commencing another seeding if found viable for life.
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I wrote about The Ants and the Grasshopperlast year as a film to look out for. It’s out today, a heartfelt exploration of the power of stories to make change. As the tagline puts it, “how do you change someone’s mind about the most important thing in the world?”
The film begins in the village of Bwabwa in Malawi, where we meet Anita Chitaya. She’s a farmer and a mother, a neighbour and an activist. We follow her in the fields as she explains her organic growing techniques. We also see her at work in the community, organising workshops and events that break down stereotypes of ‘women’s work’ and get men more involved in running the household – as her own husband Christopher has learned (eventually) to do.
We also see how the village is affected by changing weather patterns, the walk to fetch water, the difficulty of growing…
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I don’t really know a lot about trees
but I feel that I might recognise these leaves
as you stroll through the countryside
just cast your eyes up to the skies
and if you are in a grove of apple trees
you may see in the branches clumps of these
and just in case you still don’t know
it’s a parasite plant we call mistletoe
once sacred to the Druids nowadays this is
the one to stand under if you want to be kissed
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As the burning sun illuminates the golden sandstone blocks
The ramshackle convoy speeds along the dusty desert road
Following the gaudy balloons that soar high in cloudless skies
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Many of us know the word and most think they understand what it means but how many of us are aware that, “Psyche,” was both the Greek and Roman Goddess of the soul. Born as a mortal, her beauty was reputed to be the equal of Aphrodite. Eros was enamoured of her and they were only able to be together after she was able to overcome many trials until she was finally granted immortality and her name lives on as an aspect of human quality that may correspond to the personification of the soul or at least a mental manifestation.
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I sat down at my desk and thought I know
I’ll tell you something I remembered from a long time ago
so I looked it up on Google to find the exact date
and to my surprise it was nineteen fifty eight
when the invisible man had always made us stare
by removing his bandage it seemed there was nothing there
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Did the person who dropped the bottle know
there would be so many ripples slowly
spreading outwards from the first impact
following no predetermined track
each circle follows in the leader’s wake
till calm falls once more upon the lake
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Egyptian goose, may be seen amongst larger flocks of wild geese
Heads held low over the grass, the wild geese feed furiously before the salt marsh grasses are flooded by the tide once more, all except the nominated sentinel, who stands alone, head held high, ready to sound the alarm at any sign of danger.
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Daedalus and Icarus while escaping flew up to the skies
for an avian adventure and of course it was no surprise
Icarus ignored his father thus causing his demise
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