Jem stood up on a little hillock, tall and splendid, with his open brow and his fearless eyes… Let the Piper come and welcome’, he cried, waving his hand. I’ll follow him gladly, round and round the world.’

— LM Montgomery

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Up the Creek Without a Paddle' is inspired by a family trip up the Murray in a houseboat. Happy Australia Day Featuring: A PREMONITION FEATURING: Another short story for November... Born in the south, how could she leave it? That land of sunshine and wattle bloom, where the dusty summer evenings scented the world ruddy? "Long, long ago, a people came back to their own land after being away a long time..." Spent the weekend in Naracoorte. As we drove off through the dawn, I thought to myself: You can't take the home out of Kanmantoo (or wherever home is for you). The simplicity of home-things and childhood beckon on into adulthood. And aforementioned post is up a lot sooner than I thought it would be: a dialogue between two poets and the Springtime...

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  • WHEN THE MACHINE STOPS

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  • WAKING UP

    It all began with a flash of sunlight behind stain glass. I was flying down a hill on my bicycle in the early morning and glanced at the church as I passed it, all slender in the new morning. The… Continue reading

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  • THE DAY THE RAIN CAME

    The story behind the story: This piece was partly inspired by the dry summer we’ve had and by something else I can’t really put into words – perhaps the idea that spiritual things may coexist alongside physical things… Nonethless, such… Continue reading

    THE DAY THE RAIN CAME

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