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EDGE of KANDAHAR


Knowledge is an unending adventure at the edge of uncertainty

~ Jacob Bronowski 


Today was April 10, 1974, and for the past three months Will and I had been trekking 


overland from Singapore making our way towards Europe, a route well-trodden by 


myriad young travellers in search of something beyond the boundaries of their own 


culture. We were now in Kandahar, Southern Afghanistan...


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SUMMER STARS


People burn with the poetry of themselves ~ Michael Meade
                                                                                                                            

The cool blue-blackness enveloped Bridget as she gazed into the night sky. She lay suspended in the still water at the deep end of the swimming pool, as if floating in an enormous bowl of darkness amidst silver reflections of infinity. Raphael was lazing on the wooden deck. The two Labradors were on guard.

She listened. Raphael had turned up the music. Stravinsky’s Firebird drifted across the water, isolating her further from the harsh realities of a South Australian summer. She closed her eyes. Words and images interwove:

All week the waxing moon

laced our nights with poetry

it scripted neon messages on

our bodies as we bathed in the dark pool

and linked a million summer evenings together…

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Subpages (1): flash fiction
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Judith Bruton,
27 Aug 2021, 22:10
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Judith Bruton,
7 Jan 2015, 18:41
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