Welcome to this jumble sale of writings, musings, observations and inspirations: I hope you find something to help you on your journey home. It's all storytelling, in the end. That's how we understand things; the stories of who we are, where we came from, where we're headed. The stories of other people, how they came to be who they are, which stories shaped them, why our stories sometimes run parallel, and sometimes clash.
When we're motivated enough, we can change our stories, write new outcomes for ourselves and our people, our planet. All it takes is imagination, where there are, genuinely, no limits.
Warmest regards
Peter Neary-Chaplin
Writer. Poet.
Friday, February 27, 2009 at 05:20PM On the flyblown, sandy clifftop
the day's hard, steady blast squeezed us through the vaulted dusk and made us mad,
hissing like a closing valve,
and stiffened the prancing water
into dull elephant hide
that crept forward,
crept back
forward
back
mesmerised
by the white butter moon.
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