Green Middle Finger
At the mention that I am growing plants, the response will usually be, “Good for you! I don’t have a green thumb.” It’s a cop out! One of...
Selling Plants in a Government House Yard
Prelude So common-place this had become—standing up on a bus to speak to commuters—it had lost that triumphant feeling. I’d become too...
Sweet potatoes that look like Giant Willies: A Recap of my Life as an Almost Vagrant
Ran out of scheduled posts, so here’s a recap of how I got here and where I’d like to go: Past Dairy A few months after starting my first...
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Marijuana
Going through the LPs that had always been there, but on the margins of curiosity, I tried out different songs on my ears and would get...
One Hundred and Twenty Dollar Prostitute
I didn’t think I’d be particularly good at it…just felt right, going it alone, even without the omnipresent pimp as company, for its...
My Plant Life
What it is: armies of rice grasses filing up, down and sideways, lay floating reflections – thriving where others drown, marching where...
Dance with my Corpse (The Euthanasia Retirement Plan)
Fear is the driving force behind keeping people in jobs they hate, to make money to save for a future that may not materialise. You could...









