Pagan Streams, Van Morrison. And we walked the pagan streams and searched for white horses on surrounding hills. We lived where dusk had meaning, and repaired to quiet sleep, where noise abated. In touch with the silence, on Honey Street, on Honey Street. What happened to a sense of wonder, On yonder hillside, getting dim.…

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Kevin was a hero figure in a childhood with very few character models of any kind.  In a bogan populated public housing estate, he instilled in me a sense that somehow it wasn’t us that was wrong it was always them. In a family where all of our parents managed to stuff up the basic…

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I woke up this morning in horror at the realisation that I am a right wing fundamentalist Christian. This has come as a great shock to me as I know that “fundies” are hateful, stupid, ignorant people, of more dogma than morals. Why today? Why am I today such a scorned and terrifying creature?  And…

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