An unsolved murder

11 10 2010

We throw around the word ‘murder’. Its on television, in movies, books etc. People are more concerned with the f, b, n, etc words than with the word ‘murder’. I’m a writer and I’ve used murder as part of several books. But the actual horror of someone taking away someone else’s “one time” shot at being alive hardly touches us. Unless of course there is a murder in our family. Or to a close friend. Or even an a acquaintance. And then the utter futulity of the act, the waste of another human being, hits us like a wall.





Lovers in the woods

11 10 2010

There is something about lovers in the woods, the secrecy of it that remains a mystery. Being in the woods by yourself can be very… tandalizing. Its as if there could be danger around the next tree or (and this is more likely) no human presence for miles around. But being a couple in the woods is another matter. It can/should feel both intimate and provocative. I remember one occassion in my youth with a young lady when hormones and opportunity were dictating our behaviour. On the verge of… we were attacked by a cloud of mosquitoes. And ran for our lives. Trying to get dressed.