A storm
The light in the room faded. The curtains, as if breathing for the room, blew gently in and then out against the flyscreens. The air felt colder. He looked up. Outside the sky had darkened too. The gum tree so … Continue reading A storm
The light in the room faded. The curtains, as if breathing for the room, blew gently in and then out against the flyscreens. The air felt colder. He looked up. Outside the sky had darkened too. The gum tree so … Continue reading A storm
Carrying water The night cool I look down The full moon Glimpsed forever In my mind In my bucket. Continue reading Bucket Moon
I would love to be a writer and because of that I have been reading. I know that the saying “want to write – learn to read” is old and good advice but it has taken me quite some time … Continue reading The drystone wall of writing
I don’t like reading books about horses and my worse nightmare would be to read a book specifically about horse jumping. I don’t know why. Perhaps as a little boy, seeing the girls in our class all become besotted with … Continue reading A high jump