Invisible Ink
Writing from the edge of extinction Leo Joubert
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers.
Emily Dickinson
Some days, the glass feels half empty.
Some days, it feels half full.
Some days we can see the beauty of the glass, regardless of the mood-state.
Adapted from John ‘Halcyon’ Styn in Human
Chapters
Ch 1 - Half Way Home
Ch 2 - The End
Ch 3 - Homo hubris
Ch 4 - Gondwanaland
Ch 5 - Invisible Ink
Ch 6 - Buddha behind the wheel
Ch 7 - (Moz)
Ch 8 - Continental Drift
Ch 9 - The Beginning
Chapter 1: Half Way Home
The poet Atticus wrote: may he arrive at his death late, in love, and a little bit drunk.
I arrive at my 50th late, sweating like a carthorse, and once again having lost my keys.
I nearly don’t make it at all.
Chapter 2: The End
Chapter 3: Homo hubris
Chapter 4: Gondwanaland
Chapter 5: Invisible Ink
Chapter 6: Buddha behind the wheel
