Originally penned under my first nome-de-plume, Hunksten Proudfoot, this is essentially a love song, of becoming one with another, of love making, devoted to the love of my life, my darling dear transcended Habibi.

  •  07/06/2013 16:05

Notes on the increasing use of technology in our lives, the soul-less agenda of trans humanism, sci-fi and the search for the soul beyond cultural and religious givens.

  •  12/04/2013 17:00

About the distance that can build up between yourself and those who you love so dearly.

  •  17/03/2012 22:03

Fed up with London, my love and I moved to Ibiza. The rudeness of the big city was just one reason why.

  •  05/08/2011 22:29

Another originally from my nome-de-plume Hunksten Proudfoot, this one is about that unseen force, that apparent companion, the inner unexplained and unexplainable, with which we dwell.

  •  30/04/2010 00:00

In my home town of Perth, which swelters under the sun for at least 6 months a year, a natural phenomena not only makes it possible for for life to exist, but ensures the entire south west corner is not an inhospitable desert. Varying in strength at different times of the year, the original inhabitants of the Noongar tribes based their food collection, hunting and fishing, customs and rituals, and care of the land on the knowledge of the winds that shape the weather. When Europeans first came to the area and established a port at what is now Fremantle, on the mouth of the Swan River's entry to the Indian Ocean, and the city of Perth, 20km upstream, they too came to appreciate the awesome healing effect of the strong breeze that almost would like clock-work, arrive to cool the sweltering people of the settlement. As the breeze came up river, seemingly originating from Fremantle, they'd thank the " Doctor " for arriving and making them feel better. Today the bustling city of metro Perth still relies on the Freo Doctor to give relief in the harsh summer afternoons where temperatures can reach above 40C very regularly. Every Perth local takes constant notice of the Doctor, its arrival or not, and adjusts ones activities accordingly. It carries with it the smell of salt, gum trees and clarity, and I know of nowhere else on Earth with a wind quite so magical.

  •  09/08/2006 19:05

I had somewhat of a re-birth after I turned 40, having met the love of my life, having come to terms with a colourful but testing past, and a lot of water under the bridge.

  •  08/09/2005 18:31

Inspired by my birth place, Perth.. my favourite beach, Swanbourne.. a place of wind, sun, sand, waves, water, birds, heat, cold, nature and nudists.

  •  03/08/2005 00:00

We all have a time in our lives when we come face to face with the lies we tell ourselves. This was about one of the moments.

  •  29/04/2005 19:26

An ode to my dear friend Chris, a natural born engineer, problem solver and an extremely humorous, kind and generous man. A hard worker, sensible all round good bloke, and someone who I know will always tell me the truth. Written under my first nome-de-plume Hunksten Proudfoot.

  •  19/08/2004 17:07