Prospect NSW (For Anita Cobby)
The hushed dark hugs the streets. Somewhere a cat snaps the silence. Dogs begin to bark, like a pack moving […]
The hushed dark hugs the streets. Somewhere a cat snaps the silence. Dogs begin to bark, like a pack moving […]
This time I know I will never see him again. For a time he played the game, like a child […]
My daughter raises the smooth brass kaleidoscope and watches as coloured glass slivers conspire together. New worlds create themselves before […]
All week, in this rented house, sea spray and whispers of wind weave through the eucalypts, like a Sondheim melody. […]
Frail as smoke, she drifts through the crowded train, bringing with her the cold ashes of poverty. Without a word, […]
Your ears will never hear sounds that to me are ordinary as air. From the hour that you were born […]