Story of the World
The world is the Greek summer at, let’s say, 35 degrees. It’s sluggish in the late afternoon, no one wants to work now, same story, same...
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Goldilocks
on the untouched horizon, a boat wandered into view. its captain looked lost and white and hungry. not starving, just staring through his...
Musings Of The Greek Goddesses
I. Persephone He found me in a garden of red and gold, and with a gentle hand, led me down to his dark kingdom. I had heard the stories....
Secrets Of The Skull
Gliding along the waters of Lake Okeechobee was a small fishing boat. Sun-baked men dotted its wooden deck, backs propped up against a...
Corruption
I. Will you look at him, his face discernible through both windows of his car and my kitchen and coming to see me, coming to see me come,...
Spaghetti Dinner
Come into my kitchen I have much to show you For your excited inexperience Is exactly what I need I’ll teach you what I know We will take...
Flight From Fantasy
To the outdoor dance floor they proceed. The veneer of its surface. The lights hover And watch intently. Two, five, ten and more, They...
Rituals Of The Real
They approach and they retreat. Here and in the distance. On this hill, the enduring pattern Can be witnessed… The sights and sounds of...
Grapeshot acknowledges the Wallumattagal clan, of the Dharug nation as the traditional custodians of the land on which we work and meet. We acknowledge that sovereignty was never ceded, no treaty was signed, and would like to pay our respects to Elders, past, present and emerging.
We would like to extend those respects to all First Nations people reading. Always was, always will be, Aboriginal land.
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