After the Burning / Comes the Rain (Two Drabbles)

The sweet essence of milled sugarcane washes over me. I’ve wound the car window down as I drive beside the river, inhaling the echo of sugar that earlier waved from a patchwork paddock. Exercising sun salutations in Winter’s stillness triggers the emergence of torchbearers. Circling the crop molten flames drop. Centrifugally forced, bush rats and the diamond […]

No Name… and Particularly Unnamed

Road to nowhere Where are you on the map? Some side street, Nothing important The ignominy is to be, but not be named The lesser evil is to make it official Even when labelled and thus captured (And this is no conspiracy!) My computer recognises your status Strange alliance May it be witness protection Or […]

WALKING THE WAY OF WATER AND ROCK

Stepping in red soil country past Minyon’s weathered drop clay-smoothed hands cup a bird’s bath portal iron furrows over silent rail bridge timbers blinks into promised sky where tumbling rush of pebbles recycle the ground and veins pummel a sound like no other, tumbling gems whose scales flash within A shovel-scraped hill gathered grindings from creek’s serpentine edge skeletal […]

The Place Where The Dreamcatcher Hangs

At the back gate where the frangipani struggles against the predations of passing samplers who want a piece for their garden without asking, or caring that the cumulative effect is the snipered dwarfism of gnarly limbs where I dismount from bicycle to lift the latch there is a sound, of tinkling glass taken out of […]

River On Fire (Haiku)

Brown river echoes the war birds’ distant thunder, shadows on water. _____ On Saturday afternoon my daughter and I traveled to Brisbane to see Riverfire – the major concluding event of the city’s annual festival. On the way to an early evening fireworks display I reflected on how the WWI Centenary celebrations have flavoured many […]

Time For Tea

I found in donated items a tiered cake plate one of three Wedgewood ghosts cleared out for a handful of dollars ownership of time simply transformed from aloft a small tierd petit fours plate hangs empty of delights but full of movement softly ticking off the hours until it is time for tea

Silhouette In Salt Air

Afternoon sinks behind notes of a single warbling magpiememory collected in shadows along road’s ribbonrecall the times we waited for this spot to reveala vista of sea and rock and lighthousebefore descending from macadamia quilted hills to the coast I have come home to country the long way ’roundthe view behind the fence a snapshot […]