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It’s hard to separate Democracy from politics and government… they all merge into a fog of lies and truth that swirl in their own pea soup. Somehow, I get the sense that democracy of itself is like a town hall that’s stood for centuries, made of solid brick foundations and fine craftsmanship, built with honest [...]

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Full of secrets and hidden things, mysterious places, other worlds, curious compartments a trapdoor leads to interesting places – lofts, coal shuttles, basements, escapes….
I see a metal plated door at an angle, it’s got a squeaky hinge that rotates to the left, it squeaks like a pump that’s almost run dry, and then shudders in [...]

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HMS Victory, Portsmouth UK, a square rigged man of war in dry dock. Decked in yellow and black unmissable, don’t mess with us! No yellow submarine this one. Inside, in gloomy compartments and layers are rows of cannon with spiralling barrels as thick as your arm, some as big as your head on other levels. [...]

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He knew the right eye was OK, but the left- well it had ‘gone’ a long time ago. He had to make it through this for the training to continue – his employer had shelled out a cool $750 to put him on the course.
His hand covered his left eye in a star trek salute [...]

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The jaws of a billion billion cash registers open every day and those black square dish teeth gnash upon our hard earned salary. It’s like they’re gobbling up the pie we can’t get enough of, the piece that always screams more, more, more. For some it’s regular, for others it’s a dream and the government [...]

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Innocently you’re driving along  a suburban street. You note a patrol car donned in red, blue and white and think nothing of it as you glance down to ensure you’re at the speed limit. A second later there’s a whoop from behind and blue and red psychedilics are performing behind you. A pang of icy [...]

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Pages turning in the  half light seemed to grow heavier and heavier as she read the fairy tale to her four year old daughter. In child’s mind cartwheels of pastel imaginings were flowing; she merged and suffused herself into the landscape being painted by her mothers’ words. She seemed to  be swimming in a pool [...]

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We all stood in a naked yard, the grass beneath our bleeting feet had been worn away through wandering and scratching away every day, plotting and scheming means of escape. How to get through that bed of barbed wire. Guard towers ringed the fence every 50 metres, so going through the fence was impossible, digging [...]

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She tapped the side of the just warm sphere against the benchtop in a circular motion so the sides grew a ring of fractured shell. It crunched, the same sort of sound as when you’re walking along a beach that is mostly shells. Her mind cascaded back to a childhood memory of her family walking [...]

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I saw them at the supermarket. A clear crinkly cellophane packet, the contents on display for all to see. To me it looked as if there were a hundred sleeping possums, all curled up their faces scrunched into a ball. Hundreds of them, all packed into the bed of that bag that hung on the [...]

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