Non Fiction, Writing

Bin Laden’s dead… so what?

Osama Bin Laden killed by US ground troops in Abbottabad, Pakistan, announces US President Barack Obama on 1st May, 2011. I can’t say I’m displeased. In fact, like most people around the world, I feel a sense of relief and justice. He, too, was a monster who needed to be killed. For decades he exploited… Continue reading Bin Laden’s dead… so what?

Non Fiction, Writing

As the World Turns

The circularity of events, the repetition of life; this is when history becomes the future. We always make the same mistakes, don’t we? No matter how much we think we have learned from our past, the future always brings new opportunities to prove us wrong. We remember the lessons we have learned from our mistakes,… Continue reading As the World Turns

Short Stories, Writing

Chaos

I want to tell you a story. It is a story very few people know, and even fewer believe. I have decided to tell it now, to you, because I fear my time here is coming to an end, and this is one tale that needs to be told. You might wonder why I didn’t… Continue reading Chaos

Short Stories, Writing

The Happy Little Hermit Crab

One day, a sad little hermit crab realised his shell was too heavy and he just wanted to be free. So he got rid of his shell. Though his fragile body had never been exposed to the harsh sun, wind and sand for more than a few minutes when changing shells, he suddenly knew what… Continue reading The Happy Little Hermit Crab

Poetry, Writing

Night Keeper

You torture mein the worst wayKeep me up,Keep me awake.Through my Headthoughts fly aroundFrightening sights,Frightening sounds.The Voices, the Visionsyou scare me all NightPlease leave me Alone!Let me be Free.No rest can I getWill you ever letme recover, let me forget?Release me for goodfrom your Suffocating holdyou choke me with Passionyou choke me with Hatethe Darkness… Continue reading Night Keeper

Poetry, Writing

Stuck in the Mud

Lately I’ve been feeling stuckLike a small stick, helpless in the mud.The air is almost solid, stagnant.I am without energy: ImmobileTied up in the branches, I am caughtClimbing up the rocks has left me tired. My mind doesn’t escape. It, too, is tiredAll my thoughts are frozen, stuckin the cobwebs of my brain they are… Continue reading Stuck in the Mud

Short Stories, Writing

Blown Away

I need to be blown away. I’ve been stuck for so long, I no longer know where I’m standing or where I’m going. It’s a hot day in early summer. I’m pacing around the house, flipping through the TV stations, walking outside, in. I can only hear it faintly, but it’s enough. Every time, it… Continue reading Blown Away

Essays, Writing

Bound Images (2007)

We live in a media-driven world where photography is one of the dominating vehicles for communication and education, and some critics call for censoring harsh images. In this essay I will argue that documentary and journalistic photography shouldn’t be censored. Although it sometimes can have negative consequences, its benefits are too widespread and important. I… Continue reading Bound Images (2007)

events, Photo Essays, Photography

NAIDOC march 2007

The National Aboriginal and Islander Day Observance Committee (NAIDOC) march in Brisbane, Australia, 2007. Events Galleries