Digby
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Digby is a member of The Fruit and Veg Shop(2 uploads a Day), "Mornings & Evenings -- Sunbeams & Storms" 1 a day, *A Beautiful Blur, A Novel Idea, Abstracts from Nature, All About Flowers, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Altered Art, Amazing Asia, Art and Stories Made For Children, Artists of the Orient, Blowing In The Wind, Childhood, Colors of Water, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Corporate Art/Themes, Dilapidated Buildings, Don't Fence Me In, Fabulous Flowers, Falling Leaves, Food for Thought, Green!, Happy Haven Photography Limit 2 images per day, Humour Captured, Light and Reflection 1/24, Macro Water Photographic Gallery, Melbourne & Victoria, Mother Nature's Finest, Nature's Macro Canvas (No flowers), Night Photography, Out of the Blue, Out of the Past, Outback Australia, Pets Are Us, Photo-Zen, Portraits in Natural Light, Rain Drops , Seasonal 'Scapes, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Skyscapes, The Urban Environment, This is England, Travel and Adventure, Trees , Tropical Art, Twisted Tales, United Kingdom, Vibrant Plants, Voices of the Dark and the Deep, Windows and Doors and WMG.
Journal Entries
A funny email doing the traps.
Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Pissed it away so fast
Posted 9 months ago, 2 comments so far.
The Strange Machine
Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.
Interviews and Other Creepy Crawlies
Posted about 1 year ago, 6 comments so far.
My Father's Beer Belly Is as Fathomless as a Black Hole
Posted about 1 year ago, 19 comments so far.
The Day I Met the Premier
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Of Beer-Can Chicken, Friends, and the Irish
Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Darryl
No fucking way. Not today. No fucking way. / Here comes the bus. / Butt it out in the gravel. / Step back. / Act normal. / Hear the air release as the door opens. / See the brittle morning sunlight …
Thick Face, Black Heart
It cuts the line at the bus stop, / Raises your gall, / Physically gives you a shove, / So that you want to lash back and give it a beating, / But it’s taken the form of an octogenarian, / So you sh…
The Stick
Look down. You’ll find one by a trail if it’s from a gum tree. Or maybe you’re in luck and walking by a creek where the wind has blown so hard, it’s dropped a branch from a willow; perhaps a w…
The Kiss
It’s a hot still day in late spring. The long cool fog grass tugs at me, tempting my indolent soul to sit amongst the cats’ tails, which stretch for acres to the dam, and watch what breeze there i…
Luck
They call it night rain; the hushed nocturnal clatter of mahjong tiles being shuffled. At 2am, it’s the final remnants of the cacophony; the muffled sound of souls fishing for luck. It floats in thr…
I Do
The day I discovered my dad was on his deathbed, I was giving a teacher training course on classroom discipline. Someone politely interrupted my brilliance and told me I had an emergency call from Aus…
