FORBY SUTHERLAND’S GRAVE: ANOTHER POET’S EULOGY

Forby’s Scottish accent is drowned by the tuberculosis death rattle consuming his breath.  Sailing the world he has prepared unfamiliar poultry for Banks’ sketches, the officers’ pot, Tahitian women and Venus’ successful transit.  From a hammock slung aboard HMS Endeavour he dreams of northern crofts. Death visits terra nullius, the great southern land.  She drifts […]

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 […]