Camellia

He walked amongst the many and came across the one – the one who made him feel like he was walking on a cloud. Wearing Leopard-spotted ‘happy shoes’ she was a slim little thing, five foot six at most, wearing black, skin-tight yoga pants that hugged her legs, and a silky beige shirt hanging out over her […]

busy-ness

Been busy shading under a tree while this same-sex marriage survey blows over. But in fact I’ve been trying my hand at greeting card writing. For those writers of you out there it might go against the grain, so to speak – probably flies in the face of what ‘real’ writing is all about. See! […]

The Cotton Dress

He slunked down to the ground He saw a shadow, not his own “Where have you been?” She asked him with surprise.   “I’ve been here getting shade From the baking morning sun.” The park was empty But for their huon cries.   “You left me,” she said, scolding him. “You wanted time alone. Besides, […]

Night-time

Night-time wouldn’t show itself Until Sunshine moved away Like a road-way that disappears in flood Like a child who will stray   Night-time hid away God knows where Like a sock hides in a shoe Not wanting to come out and play Like when I played hide and seek with you   The pages turned […]

Eumundi

I felt relieved I was no longer On the freeway. Happy, too, that I’d left Traffic lights behind. In two hours I’d gone from a gold coast To adventure. The sunshine was my GPS – I’d peeled away life’s rind.   ‘We love our kids, we love our town, please slow down’ Read the sign. […]

I built a home

in honour of those who have… I achieved where many others failed – I’m satisfied though many others aren’t. My path told me to walk the path I could And led me away from the path I can’t. And sacrifice instructed me to stay As loss, oh loss, would lead me to succeed. Certainty would […]

My first time

It happened. I’d heard people talk about it, in writing groups and elsewhere, but had never felt the emotion that overtakes when it happens to you. The other day, a friend of mine rang me up and said; “Guess what? Your book isn’t in the book-store.” “Of course not,” I replied. Patience, dear friend, patience. […]