It was the summer I turned fourteen that I wandered into a dusty book shop in Maroubra. The shop itself was almost hidden in a small dingy mall. The windows were grimy; a fag hung from the mouth of the shop assistant as she sat on a stool behind the counter. Her eyes were… Continue reading Black Like Me
I like to keep up with the headlines. Even the ridiculous ones. An American paper had what I consider a ridiculous one titled: Letting pets sleep next to you can make you ill, experts say. Now I am not an authority on such things, so I went researching again. One of the potentially risky effects… Continue reading There are four in the bed…
I surprise myself at times. This time is one of them. I have gone back to university to do a diploma in photography. At present I am doing two papers. The first week was absolute chaos as I tried to come to grip with how the system worked. Doing it as a distance learning student… Continue reading Back to School
You said you’d love me, till I lay cold in a box of walnut with silver handles; now I turn the electric blanket to two, and keep my socks on at night. You promised to wear your ring with pride, but melted it down for thirty dollars, You wanted to fall asleep inside me; rock… Continue reading Two-Headed Coin
Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go. Friday's child is loving and giving Saturday's child works hard for a living But the child born on the Sabbath Day Is fair and wise and good and gay. *** Saturday's… Continue reading Saturday’s Child
It’s early. Twenty folk of various ages and nationalities, one broken orange Bedford truck and trailer, a cattle track, and a graveyard in Tanzania are my companions. It’s hot in or out of the sun. How hot is difficult to say since our thermometer blew up, but sweat runs from under my breasts leaving lengthy… Continue reading The Graveyard
It is way overdue, like the tomorrow that never seems to come quick enough, but perhaps that is the way of it. It needed to gather its pieces together like a snowball rolling down a mountain. With each turn, the pieces are packed tighter together so that at the end of its journey, little withstands… Continue reading It was way overdue.
In the blogging world we get to meet all types of people. Some we click with, some we don't. What a blessing it is when we do form a friendship, even if it is in the waves in the air between us. It does not diminish how much these friendships mean to us. What a… Continue reading In the flesh.
I know, I know...of late my blogging has been atrocious. This week for my local writer's group I had the task of writing a letter to a dead relative/friend. Strange subject I know...and guess who set the task ?? Yes...it was me. I am learning there are few coincidences in life. I know from writing… Continue reading It’s been a while…
After my last slightly humorous post I thought it was time to get a bit more serious. How many of you knew that 'Little Drummer Boy' was originally titled the 'Carol of the Drum' ? The first official recording of this song was by the Trapp Family Singers. Yes indeedy...that Trapp family that Julie Andrews… Continue reading Little Drummer Boy #4