MY NEW ‘UNCLE’ JACK (a pair of drabbles)

I Sitting behind the Billinudgel Hotel, we introduce ourselves to a visiting couple from the Gold Coast.  Down for the weekend, they are recovering from having emptied their wallets in nearby Byron Bay. I am sitting with my friend’s friend Jack.  In profile we share an aquiline nose.  In practice we share a love of […]

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 […]