ON FINDING DR COX’S GRAVE

Since November 2012 I’ve been researching the history of my maternal grandfather’s great-grandfather.  Yesterday I slipped between suburban houses and visited his gravesite.  It is in need of urgent repair and rehabilitation.  The ravages of 132 years, the steady growth of peppermint trees and general neglect will do some of that.  Getting the location marked […]

R.GODFREY RIVERS CONCEIVES ‘UNDER THE JACARANDA’ 1903.

Teaching the Technical College students indoors is a challenge when the sun blazes down outside.  Since becoming natives of Brisbane, we continue to enjoy the outdoors.  Selina and I regularly visit the Botanic Gardens adjacent to my workplace.  We enjoy taking tea in the shade on a carpet of purple flowers, the lilac colour most […]

HEART WOOD (2-April-2013)

Mighty buttress intertwine Love knots cascading down your spine Strangled embrace around the void The lost-wax heartwood once deployed.   Walking through the twilight ramps Imagine you are Turkish lamps With black lined glass wick woven fern As a fire within could burn.   Your shadowed self is just as real Dressed in lichen shades […]

WORKING AT THE MUSEUM (14-March-2013)

Volunteering for the community Has me working on records cemetery Transcribing headstones’ last message For technology’s online passage And in my breaks I roam around The rooms of a post office re-homed With dental chair and printing press A baby’s cot, lace wedding dress… all memories of the past that once was a day like […]

ISLANDS OF CONFLICT

Our neighbour steals our land.  The destructive bashes she hosts can last for days, though late at night the bass eventually lulls us to sleep.  On sunny days we inhabit the pathways bordering our common boundary.  Some poach her fish.  Others leave their trash at her front door.  My children throw stones.  I cannot stop […]

PABLO’S SACRIFICE

We stopped, as guest supplicants at a hallowed place. The riders dismounted from their thin, bloodied horses. In the midst of the circle, as though the centerpiece of a ritual, was the skull of an ox. The ceremony, of which our presence was integral, held the air of something sacred. Silently and reverently, the men […]

ON RETURNING WITH THE MILK (STILL LIFE) 1-April-2013

When I left to buy some more milk, the fruit bowl held some not-quite-ripe bananas and a plump navel orange. I’d never got around to cutting it up. When I returned and pushed through the front door, the place had a kind of sweet and stale smell. The bananas had sprouted wings and morphed into […]

BACKYARD STILL LIFE (1-April-2013)

Framed by upright posts, the washing swings from the backyard line, waving semaphore messages in the breeze.  Today my houseguest advertises underwear and coloured t-shirts to passing foot traffic.  Staccato messages berate the trees: red, white, grey.  The flat green patch of grass, drying out from the previous day’s downpour.  The humidity not yet up, […]