The Society of Unknowable Objects
· Books
This is one of those books where the title and the cover were very successful at doing their job of grabbing my attention – and the book itself went on to really deliver on what they promised. I…
Roadtrip
· Creative writing
Written for a Reedsy competition with the following prompt: Write about someone s journey to retrieve an important object that s been out of their possession for a long time. We are the…
The Wyvern
· Creative writing
Why does the wizened old wyvern still wander, A wintry grey whisper on windswept white wastes? And why is a werewolf so wearily weeping With worry at wearing the moon s wilder tastes? Why would the…
I aten't dead
· Reflections
While it may not seems so, I am still here. And intend to start blogging again :-)
(I've Had) The Time of My Life
· Travel
On a rainy Monday morning, my body tired from a tough hike yesterday and not in much mood for hiking, the sign saying Mountain Lake was just 5 miles from the Trail seemed more than serendipitous.…
1000km by Foot
· Travel
Day 46; Mile 630. I ve taken the last 165 miles since Damascus fairly slow. The first stretch, to Marion, because I felt a bit worn out from hard hiking the week before. It was a good area though,…
The Road to Damascus
· Travel
Day 33; Mile 467. I reached Damascus, VA on Saturday evening after averaging more than 20 miles per day the past week, and walking 26 on Saturday. Not only have I now been hiking for more than a…
Singing in the Rain
· Travel
Day 27; Mile 341. It s been quite an eventful week. I hiked down out of the Smokies to perfect weather and great views, coming into Hot Springs, NC on Tuesday after a 26 mile day. In the last mile or…
Hello Tennessee
· Travel
Day 18, Mile 206 It s been a good week on the Trail - my leg has healed, I m feeling in really good shape and I ve managed three 20+ mile days. I ve covered almost 100 miles this week (and should do…
Out of Georgia
· Travel
Day 12; Mile 109.8 I m lying in bed on a cold, wet Sunday morning as we wait out today s rain in Franklin, NC. The weather generally has been more wintery than not, about exactly what I left behind…
A Pause for Breath
· Travel
After a good day s rest on Friday, I set off on a cold rainy Saturday morning. I made good time, covering some 18.8 miles by about 13:30. I hit a very cold Blue Mountain Shelter, which already housed…
The First Steps
· Travel
It was with a lump in my throat that I waved goodbye to Pieter and Sureta and walked off, alone, to start the long road to Maine. When I signed yhe initial register, I was thru-hiker number 1043 for…
Setting Off
· Travel
After what seems an incredibly long time, my journey towards the Appalachian Trail has finally begun. Having spent a great weekend with friends in Jo burg, I m now sitting in OR Tambo waiting for my…
Life Goals
· Travel
In the process of cleaning out my life before I head off on the Appalachian Trail (more on that later), I came across a set of life goals I wrote when I was 18, almost a decade ago. I was pleasantly…
Desert Rain
· Creative writing
It was an awakening. Drifting happily through life; Years feel like days feel like years – No hint of the worlds as yet unseen. And then… The desert is grey with rain. Sand runs into mud, Puddles…
Unfathomable Beauty
· Creative writing
The great machine of the world turns. Spinning gears slice through puffs of steam; Clattering chains dance with power lines. An endless sea of motion and noise. As parts rust, collapse, crumble,…
On lost lines
· Creative writing
I was toying with anagrams of my name, and the meanings were so enticing that I felt I had to try and create something from them... One still son on lost lines. Lo! Stolen sin, eons on, still lets…
Meaning
· Creative writing
Omens. Signs everywhere. I can t understand. Although, maybe it means...? No, that s not it either. I feel trapped by them all. If only I could interpret one thing. I m sure the rest would unravel…
The Swarm
· Creative writing
“Shhhhh...” Another appeared. “Don’t disturb them.” “Can they see us?” Natalie shrugged, her eyes wide. Another one left father’s liquor cabinet. “What are they looking for?” I whispered. Again…
Flash!
· Creative writing
Flash! He blinked. Reality returned slowly. The camera flashed again. How had he got here? It started with those damned beans. Magic was one possible description, he supposed. And then the beanstalk…