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 […]


You’re moving your toes through the cold sand. It’s late and the night is on your tongue. The dream author pulls a cigarette and lights up. What happens next? [from a 14 July 2013 Facebook post by the Byron Bay Writers Festival She sauntered across the chopped-up beach to where I’d laid down to […]


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 […]