This is a short post to inform my dear followers that To Dad With Love has emigrated. I will be posting primarily in my new site. There shall be occasions when I do return to this country. But my new home is at I wish to take this opportunity to thank my friends for […]

it was not easy, it was not slow it could not be held back, it could not be dissuaded it could not be weakened, it could not be stopped it was fast, it was not easy it could not be kept from killing the heart, it could not be weakened it was not slow, it […]

There is the stillness of the table lamp Bending over a sleeping poet Slumped across his drafts The stillness of a photograph The stillness of an apple Before the crunch The stillness of a lake Before the rain The stillness of rest The stillness of the heart when she’s at home The quiet of lazy […]

The ‘A’ Car There have been nights in these unimaginable times slicing down the empty highway in my ‘A’ car when I had felt like some energy, some chosen purpose, a voice created to penetrate, created to tear through this horizon of darkness. An indulgent thought — born of speed. But beneath the thought I […]

She was dressed and sitting at the breakfast-table when I awoke, and I saw she was nervous. Her tentative eyes turned to look up at me; for the first time her nose was not in a novel. “We have to leave soon,” she said. “Our appointment with Mr McGuinness is at 8:30.” It was our […]

i settle back into my budget airline seat i shall be occupying for the next seven hours i close my eyes, and nestle deeper, feeling unexpected ease it does not bother me that all i can hear is carry-on bags scraping into overhead compartments because i listen the way i would listen to the river […]

The State Library in late evening is an ancient world: low light outside trickling through glassed-ceilings, wooden floors gleaming against the dimness, shadowed figures about to leave. These quiet hours you walk into the musty odours of old volumes, feel the movement of a hushed dialogue, like stiff wind upon brushwood. The time of your […]

People today use their cell-phones way too much. They are busy all the time. You see their mouths move animatedly while they are driving. They don’t stop at pedestrian-crossings; they go in the wrong direction on one-way streets. In the office tuck-shop workers satiate their eyes with someone else’s lunch on Instagram. Across the table, […]

On Tram 48, running from Balwyn North to Victoria Harbour Docklands, where all the footy bums come on-board, enroute to the stadium, there is one who has a large-screen cellphone in which she uses to write, from stop to stop. She touches upon the alphabets, without obvious hesitation, quickly, her thumbs tip-toeing across the keyboard, […]

I got off the city-tram last night, and turned up a narrow alley-way, that led to the bus-stop for my connecting ride home. The doors to coffee-shops were closed; a black umbrella lay broken in one corner; and on the concrete ground was imbedded a message of the heart. Somebody loved somebody who loved her […]