by Ian Cochrane | Apr 2, 2013 | Asia, Utopia
the place I see is special; a block of stone or wending path built by many hands or feet. and in my dream, I dream of this: a vibration, scent or residue, from pasts that are long lost. till when I wake the dream takes shape, wrought of violence, longing or...
by Ian Cochrane | Dec 18, 2012 | Americas, Oceania, Utopia
Sometimes I sit and think, pondering the luxury of an unquestionable faith in something; to know that innocent kids killed in a pre-Christmas tragedy will somehow find a better place. From a cathedral of sticks I gaze across at the towering neo-Gothic spires of St...