SMOKIN’ HOT DREAM AUTHOR

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 https://www.facebook.com/bbwritersfestival?hc_location=timeline%5D She sauntered across the chopped-up beach to where I’d laid down to […]

ISLANDS OF CONFLICT

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 […]