I sat here at my computer, in my office/writer's studio, overlooking the farm that I love and have been a part of for so long, contemplating what I was going to share with you today. I wondered for a moment if anyone really cares. There is one couple - old friends - who tell me they look forward to ... READ the POST

I've been thinking about how uniquely artists see the world. And before I go any further, I recently realised how often I use the phrase 'I've been thinking ....' Do most of us have oft-used phrases unique to ourselves. And what do these phrases say about us? Plenty I would imagine. I know I am a ... READ the POST

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

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

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

Newsreader (in news-reading voice) - 'In the early hours of this morninga youth was killed when the car he was drivingleft the roadoverturned and hit a treeHe was Ray Arthur ...... of Fell Stroke Creek' Had you any premonition Rayan hour beforein the protecting presence of your unsuspecting ... READ the POST