I have loved, hungry as the fox a mad omnivore suck the marrow even a shadow holds that semibreve taste, shed skin before the wind gaze the still warmth in the snow crystalline hold the pose catch what you can hunter, we are all prey for the slow falling thunder of strike ignition from … Continue reading Brevity

  I milked a season in the high range near Timboon for a Bavarian named Rudi, who built a Black Forest house out of place against eucalypts like those old special effects , a wobbly head stuck on the wrong body land so fat the kelpies pretended to bring the cows in, spent their time … Continue reading A Dairy Hand on a Hill