A Coloured Glass View Of My Grandfather

Descended from opportunist graziers that rode the plains. From the sheep’s back three generations carved up paddocks between dust and drought. His grandfather built the house from bricks handmade on the property. Dug from the clay that coloured skies and muddied reflections of dying stock. Wrought iron lace. A sniper’s gunfire in France killed his […]

THE DAY BEFORE MOTHER’S DAY

The load of washing I put on last night remains in the machine. Today’s downpours uninspire domesticity. My daughter’s school shirt and a pair of socks were missed, remaining huddled on her bedroom floor, marking the spot where she changed into something less sweaty from primary school playground and sports afternoon. The end-of-week memorial service […]