And I am sliding down the hard wall of your messageit is Christmas Day my seventy years felledthe foundling rings of life spiral slipping the cortexa speeding ticket from a front on with the floorWasn’t it only yesterday we pasted words?Their faint blossom still colours the keyboardI tried to promise Castlemaine sometime the next weeka … Continue reading Dear Rob

We thought the summer would kill us.The can opener sun so jaggedly,drained all the days tipping out,the dying pumpkin seedlings watered -soldered by early morning thereto the ground under the iron bark. The mountain will not wear the road,one day it will shake it off breaking the bridle,at the place the drays paused for passageafter … Continue reading Autumnal Refugees