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New Foal and Mare by Pilgrim Little Petra by Pilgrim Van Gogh (by Erica 10 years old) by Pilgrim Spencer by Pilgrim toby by Pilgrim Syria 1990 Donkey by Pilgrim Sunset at Three Springs by Pilgrim Nigel and Genevieve by Pilgrim Self Portrait by Pilgrim Petra by Pilgrim Pugalier by Pilgrim

The Mare

Her teats are still warm, and warm my hands as I milk her. She died about an hour ago but still has one last thing to give. This milk is pr…

Poppy

An old horse, a small friend
Three Springs Sunset by Pilgrim

Shooting the Dogs

It is tough country out beyond Gundagai; not many trees, low hills and thin grass. In summer the place is all glare and dust. In winter the…

Syria

This is a story that can only start in the middle because it has no beginning or end. / Damascus 1988 or thereabouts, that is the middle. T…
it is by Pilgrim Self Portrait - in the Street by Pilgrim Self Portrait - at the Gym by Pilgrim Syrian 1990 Arab Family by Pilgrim Butterfly, Melbourne Zoo 2010 by Pilgrim Syrian 1990 Church by Pilgrim Self Portrait - LA March 2011 by Pilgrim Self Portrait - Red Frame by Pilgrim Nigel by Pilgrim Pugalier (a fat one) by Pilgrim

Fencing

You can break wire, like a twig / It’s a knack, surprising when first seen / Now the arthritis in my fingers eases / When I flick the wire …
Self Portrait - at Funeral by Pilgrim Harry by Pilgrim

The Aliens – Microstory

It had been some months now since he had travelled to night. He remembered when night travelled to him but that had been a different era an…
Self Portrait by Pilgrim Self Portrait - Vietnamese Lunch by Pilgrim

Morning Prayer

My clothes fall from me, unneeded / Slowly I lose the house my money built / Careers and dreams blow off as dust / Hope and fear, two sides…

You

You are that most remarkable of things / One tiny part of the universe that knows itself / And can even know others / And can even love them
Crown Fountain - Chicago. Summer 2012 by Pilgrim

The Log Splitter

You could see him grimace every now and again as he worked. In the afternoons he worked alone.

The Logic

In the ageing of our parents / We watch our own mortality / With its inescapable logic

Cornish Miners

And they shed the miner’s collar / With education, not a lucky strike.

The Greatest Blessing

Would I have been the one who stood against the lynch mob / Or in the back shouting with a violent rage? / In want and need would I go cold…
Bear (Janis 6 years old) by Pilgrim

Who’s the Artist?

Standing, looking at an artwork in a gallery recently I found myself asking, who is the artist? At one level the answer is obvious – the pe…

When I meet you

When I meet you / May it be with all the respect I have / Or might bestow upon some icon / Of wealth, or fame or power / For it is as sure…
Cloud Gate, Evening, Chicago - Summer 2012 by Pilgrim

Why?

Art is elite, frightening, unobtainable / You can’t do it, be it, feel it / You can’t create it, share it / Don’t dare call yourself an art…

Goodbye Dear Friend

Goodbye dear Errol. Tragically died on 6 January 2011. / You were a fine dog that could not jump very high / You were the best of friends a…

Peter O’Sullivan

For Peter O’Sullivan my friend.

Koala

Ok, so here I am in a dreary hotel room in deepest America (not so dreary to be honest) but you get the picture and my wife sends me this p…

Perspective

My soul rests gently / In the cradle of the universe / I measure my successes / and my failures / Against an infinity of time / and space /…

Death

We knew death better then / Our children, not all, had died young / Maybe we buried our wife / (Many died young in labour) / We could put a…

I Measure My Life

I measure my life by the days on the calendar / I measure my life by the years since 1960 / I measure my life by the esteem of my colleague…

New Born

The shadows of sorrow deepen / The minor miseries and great / Unfold, slightly unexpected / And the great mystery is not this / But that so…

The Boat

I am a boat on the ocean / Or even just a sailor on the boat / Sometimes joyous and singing of the sea / Sometimes hanging over the side / …

The End of Time

Michael fondled the remote. Ahmed, so stupid, called the bomb “Naheyet is-Saah” when he sold it – “The end of time”. The faithful in…

Loss

Pity the man who loses his sight / Or the heiress reduced to rags

The Illusion

Before Copernicus, confirmed later by Galileo in subtle measurement, the world was thought to be as it appeared, a stable core to a shiftin…

Our Time

This is the time of doubt, that is certain

The Truth

It is / as / it should be.

Peter and the Tree

Heavy rains finally broke the drought / A large eucalypt, perhaps 5 feet across, came down / Falling across a fence, it needed to be clear…

The Kiss

6 am / Meditating, quietly on a warm day / My daughter creeps up behind me / Kisses me gently on my head / She doesn’t want to distur…

The New Colt

The mare died a few hours before. Her blood is still on my hands and clothes. The mud of the paddock thick on my boots. Now, the new colt a…

Memories of the Dead

My Grandfather would spit in the dust and cover it with his boot / He said that German tools were the best, and I hear this when I pick up …

Morning Meditation

My self is a twig / On the river of the soul / Returning to the ocean of god / From whence it came

My Life

I choose each grain of sand / Pick it for colour, texture, luster / And place it carefully in the Mandala / I know them as my work, my fami…

The Body

It appeared from around the top of the island. Very classical – face down, arms and legs stuck straight out. It’s hard to say who was the f…
Self-Portrait - The Inner Vanity by Pilgrim

Shame

The vice that must hide itself / And often is no vice at all

The Kookaburras

When I meditate / The kookaburras laugh.

I Shot a Wombat

He sat still, willing the end / A single shot (I am pleased I had practiced)
Self Portrait with Pug Images by Pilgrim Self Portrait - Bay Area 18 Octobrer 2012 by Pilgrim

Waiting

What seems like a beginning may be an end.

Watching

I wonder / That part of me that is watching / Does it care if my life is / Happy or sad?

Hunting with Aboriginals

Last year Aboriginals took me to find a boomerang. Eventually, after hundreds of rejected trees, one was found buried deep within the corre…

Our Reality

The ego is beaten invisibly thin between / The anvil of the present moment / And the hammer of eternity.

The Story

The story is already written / In the space outside of time / In the silence of easy detachment / We can read it quietly at leisure

My Suitcase

My suitcase will be empty when I reach my journey’s end <br> / Definitely it will not contain clothes, or houses, dollars or sh…

Zen Woodchopping

When I use the axe well / There is a spot on the log / The axe and the outcome / When I use the axe well

Walk On

One step in front of the other / The road moves beneath the feet / Indifferent, completely to the faith / Or lack off, we may choose to hav…