not drowning waving
- July 13
the ocean, coffee with a friend.
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... reading Robinson Crusoe as a child, abridged, a picture book.
It was voyage, shipwreck, survival, rescue. Classic themes. A boy in a bed, struggling onto sand, finding his way through jungles, up to the highest peak, looking through a spyglass, accepting his fate. This was an islan… Read full post »
I lived alone in a house deep in the woods, a long way from anywhere, anyone. I knew to be careful about things - snakes, pigs, spiders - and was never nervous. It was peaceful, quiet. It was my home.
Sitting one day on the verandah there came a sound… Read full post »
Here the trains call out and owls prowl
where children lay ;
a mixed bag this, at 5am,
not to face the morning,
or stare the nightmare down,
make a bed
as if tomorrow is another place,
as if the only place to go is sleep ;
thumb-akimbo… Read full post »
Finally my gourd arrives.
Dianaani paid top dollar to get it out of America ; I paid similar to have it gamma-rayed into Australia, but now we are together, thank gourd.
I have Anne Cutri, dianaani, Nikki Stern, a hand-typed Rumi from Rita, and I eagerly await the signed… Read full post »
So Steve next door when he wasn't here let the apartment to a Belgian chef who worked downstairs.
So the Belgian chef skipped a month's rent, and now he's yelling between Mel my neighbour on the right and Steve on the left.
His name is Louis. I get that. I have… Read full post »
I don't know how many of you saw it, but in the men's marathon just finished, at about 2 hours in there was a knot of five, with the Kenyan ( who eventually won ) just ahead.
As they passed a water stand the Tanzanian on the inside grabbed a… Read full post »
I am from
the lady in the garden
from and every meal she cooked
on a wood-fired stove in a one bedroom cottage
and I'm from the smell of charcoal in the brazier
from the sweet scent of freesias through the window when the nights grew warmer
I'm from… Read full post »
I stumbled upon - south Australia, remote.
It was empty, I was looking through the drawers.
They were empty too, but lined with newspaper.
August 8, 1952. Less than a month after I was born.
Ron came by on a quad. Check shirt, shorts, beard, blond grey hair in a… Read full post »
I loved high-jump
and Louise Kerrigan at the same time,
when I was twelve.
There were twelve pennies to a shilling.
2 could buy a cigarette, 1 a box of matches,
6 an ice-block each, 3 another day.
Inches in a foot - not mine.
Apostles, I hardly remember their… Read full post »
Sorry no Read full post ... click on title for an unblurred version jeez I'm getting good at this ...
... dang ( nov. 2011 ~ ) just lost the first pic trying to enlarge it ...
Peel quarter and steam 3 beets till soft.
1/4 cup tahini.
2 spoons yoghurt or 3 silk tofu.
Salt, pepper, cinnamon, etc. Little bit of paprika.
Blend to smooth.
Lurid on anything green or yellow, or potatoes, but especially yellow squash.
Inspired by Myriad I posted this at the time you see there, 3.04 your time. It appeared for less than twenty seconds in the activity feed, not at all in new posts, and has yet to appear in recent posts pages one two three whatever.
It isn't something I intended to… Read full post »
1. There are more of you than there is of me.
2. ... much to learn.
3. The arrogance of Time. I'm non-violent, but I want to punch its lights out. How dare it dictate this existence ?
4. I have daughters.
5. Friends, a mother, siblings.
6. A book unfinished,… Read full post »
Because he spoke funny, because of the mustard gas, and because he lived alone, and maybe because he was a gardener, Hendo wasn't the same.
We kids loved him, because of the garden, and because he spoke funny, and there was licorice, and a swing, and because he wasn't the same.… Read full post »
I just came in from Divorce Bard's Rain, August 22, and shaking off the drops.
Happily, like a dog.
Happy to meet a writer using OS this diligent way,
each day a sonnet or whatever he calls it :
a thought or observation, a reflection in a puddle
duck a hymn… Read full post »
Hi. One of those posts you begin to write with only a vague idea what you're going to say. Feel free to bail now. Bale, if you like - I prefer bail. Bail's what I do when my boat's full of water.
Bail gets you out of jail too.… Read full post »
Today was an anniversary of sorts : a dingo took 67 day-old Azaria Chamberlain from the tent.
Her mother Lindy was accused, prosecuted and sentenced for the murder of her daughter.
The "evidence" was outrageous, but away she went.
When you are wrongly accused, condemned, and sent away, it takes… Read full post »
Lyrics to Gurrumul History (I Was Born Blind) :
I was born blind, and I don't know why
God knows why, because he love me so
as I grew up, my spirit knew
then I learnt to read the world of destruction
united we stand, divided we fall
together we'll stand, in solidarity
… Read full post »
Do we get to redeem it, later ?
It's coming down to a conversation
between me and a man with a smokey moustache
across a greasy counter,
greasy glass. Greasy floor.
It's not where years ago I figured I'd be,
bartering my security, haggling
for some bucks or a few more years.… Read full post »
turning on the sand to every wave
washed up on shores
all over, and over
One time one met another
and it seemed to work out well
for a while, but then ....
Another time they shared a bed
and some love,
did that work out ok ?
Their love became hai… Read full post »
All I can concentrate on right now is the person in the boat.
( I wanted to lead with a picture of an old house.Didn't happen - working on it. ) warning : Troll behaviour ( On a post called Sanctuary ... ? )
The mother of our girls and I built this old house
with our four hands. Mudbrick walls and stripped-back second-hand… Read full post »
The one on the right wrote this, for a book her sister was doing last year. Her name is Greer. She's my youngest. She's 19.
I wanted to write something funny, after all that other business, and because GG said I should, but sometimes, I hope, it's ok just to… Read full post »