Radiohead Plays Israel While Roger Waters Sits and Sties

A couple of years ago I wrote one of my favourite articles exploring Pink Floyd’s song “Wish You Were Here”. In it I tried to turn music into description. “Who hasn’t “rocked or hummed along?” I asked. Who were its “lost souls swimming in a fishbowl”?

But I erased it this year.

Get Inspired With a Gift of Reading or Listening

What a year 2016’s been. It was a milestone for me but who’d have thought of the millstone chaff it would globally leave behind? And with so many people it seems begging for 2017, now’s the time for a dose of encouragement.

Seventeen Years of Blues and Yellows in the Woman of Billie Marten

Sometimes I feel like a moon shot spat out of a gravitational lasso, missing a planetary caress while I’m trying to be the best person I can.

Integrity, honesty—they’ll flatten me when their gift to some is never enough. So there I lay listening for my heartbeat finding stillness instead, a state of illusory void I acknowledge. But I have to get up from this mat. Where is my saving hand?

Olivia Bartley’s Self Talk Stole My Heart in Thirty Seconds

It had been a tough couple of weeks. One of those periods when your head fills with cobwebs and the strategic picture flashes like a poorly fit neon sign pulsing an annoying buzz each illumination cycle. “Eat at Joe’s” it might say for a brief time but you’d know the gravy would be lumpy and the ketchup rimmed with crust. So you walk by.

The Australia Tax Versus Charlie Brown and Napoleon

Nature abhors a vacuum and if the chaos of five prime ministers in Australia over the past eight years hasn’t resulted in its worst effects: petrol at the pump skyrocketing during the globe’s lowest crude prices, guns proliferating in its capital cities, domestic violence at pandemic levels, and extremist Islam claiming a toehold—then the shying away from the Australia Tax is crippling the once lucky country even more.