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 […]

YELLOW ROSES

She arranges yellow roses in the vase, thinking of how a friend gave her similar for her birthday some twenty-three years ago. She’d been recently divorced. Heart’s emptiness was there, happy to be pushed aside by big sunshine bright flowers, but not ready for red-tinged love. It was the day she gave up smoking and […]

A LONG WEEKEND IN WIDGET

Unzippering the main street, the motorbikes with modified mufflers throb into town and congregate at the local waterhole. Outnumbered by black leathers stretched over bellies, locals retreat to corners and shadows to contemplate custom and sip beers. Amongst the stovepipe thin are those that sport dark denim slung under verandahs that middle aged men acquire, […]

WAITING IN WIDGET

A bookish woman, Rosie conserved city manuscripts on weekdays and returned to Widget on weekends. An only child, her mission: to be wooed by the postmaster. They wandered the cold streets discussing most things, turning back before it was too late or dark. Reluctantly alone, she’d wend her way to her late parent’s timber-clad shack […]

ADDRESS: c/- THE WINDY GULLY COTTAGES, WIDGET.

Time had forgotten the scrap of paper once jammed under a board in the timber wall where tongue and grove didn’t quite meet.His tin mining grandfather lived here, where the wind whipped up the hillside in haste.Dwellings once huddled close to the colliery, perched as twilight swallows in the flame trees above the mountain road. […]

THE BIG, RED FERRIS WHEEL

Norbert Witte’s ‘Spreepark’, Berlin.   Caught behind Berlin’s wall, gangsters and carnies with bloodlines of lion tamers and continental gypsies created an island of funfair escapism. The wheel provided tantalizing glimpses westward over the dividing wall. Showman Norbert married the daughter of the dodgem cars while the Stasi overlooked radicalism under the wheel. The rollercoaster […]

A POSTCARD FROM PARADISE

We evicted the python and moved into “Paradise” during the wet season.  Three weeks of solid rain.  Now we’re watching the grass grow, literally. For a country residence it needed work to make habitable, though plenty call it home. The world’s nocturnal croaking frog population camp outside our bedroom window.  At breakfast they handover to […]

Flowering

My three year old self wanted to be a flower. Couldn’t my mother, a keen gardener, just plant and water me somewhere with sufficient sunshine? No one explained ‘impossible’. Later I fell under the spell of orchids. Imagination loved the bee, native wasp and ant seduced by appearances, deranged by design and wrapped up in […]

BONDI BEACH-ITIS

Sydney had a temperature. Bondi Beach waved, beckoning. Ignoring thousands of pale bodies packed like grilling prawns on the sand, she feels the soothing cool water on hot skin and tastes the familiar saltiness of the Pacific. Offshore the incredible chattering of the masses at play rises cicada-like. Emerging, her senses are assaulted by foreign […]

SANTA PROBABLY DRIVES A RIDE-ON MOWER

  The high drone with mosquito-like insistence heralds summer mornings in the suburbs.  Swarms of garden elves are firing up. “All I want for Christmas… is my neighbour’s whipper snipper to die!” – the accident and emergency doctor’s wife. Further north the sentiments are more explicit: “Neighbour getting busy with his mowing and whipper snippering […]