Photos by Anita Ruggle
Photography is one of my many hobbies, it makes me look at things in a different way; it’s a great way for me to relax.
pretty colours.
‘Smokey Koru’ was created with incense stick smoke. l love the arty side of photography as well as nature and macro, with the ‘Golden Hydrangea Petals’ – skeleton petals looking like fine filigree.
Local Poetry
The Union
Precipitation falls upon
the white cap
where each droplet
searches for one another
Crevices like magnets
attract each bead
as they percolate
through mossy playgrounds
Phase by phase
they join forces
building their power
building communities
From trickling streams
to authoritative rivers
the journey flows
through chapters of time
These aquatic roads
they give and take
and are taken from
Such beauty exploited
Resilient, the droplets
bind and press on
serving the remaining
communities of life
The rivers of union
reach for the sea
where finally
each droplet is free.
Words by Elvisa Van Der Leden
Thrown to the River
Our facade of joie de vivre
Can only ever be a mask.
How can we find the light
When we’re content amongst the dark?
We throw the blame of suffering
Everywhere but our own feet,
As we pay the piper our own souls
And suckle at her teat.
So let the children starve!
And let the elders wither!
If we cannot fight the bears
We are thrown to the river.
Sacrifice the young
To our illusion of control.
We’d skin the rabbit live
As long as power’s ours to hold.
Words by A.M
