From your heart / Beats not only a story of hardship and pain / But of hope and a new start / You live for today, with no regret / You forgav…
the pounding throb of this market place / keeps bouncing along at a rhythmic pace
Otara Flea Market
She was one of many who walked across the Brooklyn Bridge that day, covered head to toe with dust.
Shortly before 9:00 AM on September 11, 2001, my phone rang. A friend called to tell me to turn on my television.
The red and white Post Office van was parked up outside number 18 Convair Crescent again. We all knew what that meant. Another do…
Christmas is like this in some neighbourhoods.
he was a gun-tottin’ boy / from the south / liked to shoot squirrels / that’s what life’s about / well, if a black man / or Arab passed by / p…
sadly there is still racism and a distorted view of politics in America / Collaborative work of Helen Bascom & Sally Omar / / JOHN WAYNE SYNDROME ! / Please check out Helen’s other awesome artwork on the RB / HelenBascom
We had a dream. Fifteen years have passed since our country was resurrected from the ashes of its shameful past, and we were granted a bl…
We Had a Dream – Part One Baptism by Fire / Stillborn Democracy / Eden Marred A political speech I prepared, written from a South African perspective, about present day issues in the country. Featured in Core [C.O.R.E]
Bigotry, misogyny, greed and fear have overruled our better natures, and have trumped such human qualities as compassion, understanding, ...
We Had a Dream – Part Two Baptism by Fire / Stillborn Democracy / Eden Marred A political speech I prepared, written from a South African perspective, about present day issues in the country.
We cannot call ourselves free, when we have bound and gagged our own hands and mouths with our indifference.
We Had a Dream – Part Three Baptism by Fire / Stillborn Democracy / Eden Marred A political speech I prepared, written from a South African perspective, about present day issues in the country. Featured in On Youth.
Renowned for its superb fishing, Eden provides visitors opportunity to glean history of whaling in Australia. !http://farm4.static.fl…
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it was a dry white season / dark leaves fell thick, too swiftly their time ran out / and they dried reluctantly in the bitter sun
For m. serote. / jordan busson. 13 may 2009.
black and / white / are words on paper / syllables / strung together / and nothing more / this berlin wall / of race / is cracking
jordan busson. 14 may 2009.
Oh how the little wren sings / Her chirpy tunes in day time / Twittering morning for us / A melodic charm of dawns chorus / Quickly darting …
War and poverty chain us to our past, our memories are like ropes that hold us back, restricting our growth as a people.
Written (originally in Afrikaans) for a school assignment. Written 22 May 2009.
‘James, come fly me…’
North v South
I was hesitant about visiting Kangaroo Island in the beginning of December 2008, being almost school holidays I expected the island to be…
Editorial – word count 793 & eight images
You’ve probably heard Port Fairy, on Victoria’s south-west coast, being described as quaint, romantic and a foodie’s paradise. It is all…
This story was published in Australian Traveller Magazine in August 2009.
With two cantilevers hanging above the trees, visitors experience exhilaration or nervousness. !http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3348/3…
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Check out the Murrumbidgee River and the towns historic buildings with their wide verandahs. !http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/3780…
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without the field’s fragrance / of white lilies in a clenchèd fist / or the mournful notes of song and prayer
This is my translation of a poem by an Afrikaans poet, Marlise Joubert. Afrikaans is my second language. The Lucebert referred to is a Dutch poet, who said “All things of value are defenceless”. Translated in March 2009. Below is the original: sonder die veld se geur / van wit lelies in ‘n vuis / of die trae note van gesang en gebed / sonder ‘n graaf of ‘n word van eerbetoon / sterf hy op die vaal handdoek / op ‘n skoongeskropte tafel / eerloos / en ek onthou Lucebert: / alles van waarde is weerloos sonder ‘n sug en sonder protes / sterf hy stil en donker / terwyl die bloed oor die lip / bly stoot / terwyl die pyn die gapende wond verlaat / en elke pupil al groter rek / om verlossing in te laat / terwyl my kind se hand / die troetelkop bly troos bly troos / en ek onthou Lucebert: / alles van waarde is weerloos sonder dat hy weet dat ons hom groet / word sy lyfie riemslap onder die naald / lê die swart pels in ‘n boog gestol / half verleë die wit sokkies / van sy pote oor mekaar gevou / die bors se wit ster / gevlek en rou / en ek onthou van Lucebert so moes ek hom verlaat / sonder ‘n lied of die veld se geur / en ek onthou terwyl ek huil / teësinnig teen die misreën op die ruit / my vingers om die stuur geklem en koud / dat ook hy, ja tog, / soos ‘n mens van waarde was / ‘n keelronde warmte kon gee / met kromgeskuur teen jou kuit / weerloos in sy dierlikheid / en onvoorwaardelik elke dag / veertien jaar lank / getrou op ons tuiskoms kon wag
He was about to start his engines / Get to the getting South / When he noticed her silver skin
a poem cannot bring back / life-fire into the empty husks / of clay / and once-person
the death of a child is not an occasion / for writing a poem / in africa. / jordan busson. 1 october 2009. add elucidate on: /
Hold me down little Mama, don’t you let me up free. Hold me down little Mama, don’t you let me up free. ‘Cause I got me a hatin’....
Written in Southern-Style bottle neck blue or Delta style. When ever I feel down or hopeless I write a blues song, something about those tunes and the fact I aint the only one out there, hit’s home. It’s the perfect way for me to vent out my “blues” The song has nothing what so ever to do with MY reality, it about the feeling the subject projects not the words themselves. / Freedom to Shine / Copyright / These Images and Writings Do Not Belong To ANY Public Domain. All images and Writing are copyright © Patricia Anne McCarty & Deep Red Tiger Images 2009. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying or redistribution of any of these images or Writings without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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