Ode to a ‘Cruiser Giddy bumpy ride Gifted by lifted coils n’ springs, Carelessly augmented tyres. Straight line driving requires constant steering,...
With three short blasts of the whistle, my comrades and I rush over the top of the trench. Brandishing our rifles, we...
Memory Creases is the perfect book to read on a quiet summer’s day.
What’s the go with like, older men and grass? A mid-life, weekend employment, Sweat toil commitment to its progression and regression. Slaves...
This poem was first published by The Maitland Mercury and Hunter River General Advertiser on Wednesday 7 October 1846. The author is...
It didn’t take long to realise traveling those endless highways, only wheel chairs or cyclists would overtake us. “What’s your problem?” he...
“Priceless” she said Her eyes looked down. At her feet, a tiny orchid. It had a purple throat in a lovely purple...
April Catherine and Paul: Part Five. April needed to see Dee but not strictly for work reasons. They were close. Dee was...
April Catherine and Paul: Part Four. ‘Two days later Catherine was sitting in the garden.’ ‘You’re much better, April said, stroking Catherine’s...