She saw him aheadcrossing the roadwith dog on leadA lithe manblue jeans with black jumpersoft leather shoesMao hat They crossed slowlyShe had to brakeReckless she thoughtA little arrogant perhapsexpects traffic to stop for himbut no They crossed two metres in front of herand she smiled Old ... READ the POST

How lovely it always feels to sit at my computer ready to pour forth some story, a poem maybe, words. My happy place. There are thousands of ways people make themselves happy. I hope that even those with shitty lives - those abused, those homeless, hungry, grieving can find a little happiness ... READ the POST

They sit facing each otherShe in her small blue arm-chairhe in his larger firm not puffy onebut a better fit for his robust frameThe slow combustion firebox glows with licking slow-dancing flamesA little mesmerized they stare into it This is new for themThey haven't seen each other for decadesbut ... READ the POST

LADY WITH THE RUBY RING In her youth she'd been enrolledin finishing school for ladiesand the el-o-cution drill that upper class mothers required as a feather in their well-made hats She sits now at a tableout to lunchlegs crossed at the ankles not the kneesone hand wrapped around a sparkling ... READ the POST

I was hoping to put up a nice long blog yesterday but was locked out of my website for several hours. Have remedied the problem today by text chatting to a couple of on-line helpers. I find this much easier than speaking to someone in person. The writer in me perhaps? This past month has been ... READ the POST

Today I am feeling warm and thankful. On my little acreage here in Tanunda, we have had rain. A hundred and fifty years ago, this land was covered in ancient river red gums which were felled and used for timber needed to build sheds, barns, fences and homes of the district. One of these trees ... READ the POST