Written December 1978 (If you are reading this on your i-phone, turn the phone sideways for a better read. Computers have a habit of deciding how to form lines, which, to my frustration, alters the rhythm of the poem.) Footprintsof intermittent gullsas sharp and fine as this day's faith in ... READ the POST
Archives for May 2023
Kelpies and Rust
Being left on a farm alone after having your mate beside you for fifty odd years is not without its repercussions. I have written about this before, but now, four years along, it is time to begin a thinning out around the farmyard. I had a friend staying with me recently who walked around the ... READ the POST
With The Storm Subsiding I Left the Wind-battered Cottage
Found this letter written by me to my mum - in 1986. She was living in her cottage by the sea near Pennesahaw, Kangaroo Island. The island was a much more isolated place then. Little tourism. Just this big, beautiful, rugged place of farmers, fishermen, the odd teacher, nurse, policeman, publican, ... READ the POST