pferguson | May 10, 2019
Ross Bay’s Great War A recent weekend provided opportunity for a wandering about of Victoria’s Ross Bay Cemetery. Stretched alongside Dallas Road with refreshing views and sounds of water pondering at the nearby shoreline…I breathe deeply…there is salt in the air today. A goodly time has passed since I last truly wandered this story-scape – […]
pferguson | March 16, 2019
Far away in the Never-Never-Never-Land, the Lost Boys lived in a forest… They lived like moles under the ground. The Story of Peter Pan For Little People (A New Home, pp. 32-33) Alone and discarded among other former memories. Spine broken – fitted with an assortment of mending tape. Once read…many times read, the life […]
pferguson | February 24, 2019
The Reminders Before Us And they come back to us in our dreams…in ways that reminders place themselves before us…we see them with our eyes, our hearts…hear their soft rasp beside our ears and at night with a gentle breeze across our pillow – as if their virtual hand remains there to remind us – […]
pferguson | December 29, 2018
High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, –and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of –Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there I’ve chased the shouting […]
pferguson | December 28, 2018
The Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body […]
