Looking close at what’s ahead in the early morning sunshine
It’s peak hour and the highway is crawling bumper to bumper, and at the mercy of traffic lights they sit… Read more When Traffic is Made To Stop.
Stuck in peak hour traffic under a sweltering summer sun, the radio rambled about the traffic jam ahead. Everyone waited inside… Read more Passer’s Parade
Silence has a scent…
“…But as the sun simmers its summer spin…” An excerpt from “Summer’s Unshackled Sands” I wrote for Silver Birch Press… Read more Summer’s Unshackled Sands
“I’ve got no balls.” “But, I’m stripped bare.”
“Tommyyyyyyy,” hollered the housekeeper from the front door. “Stop ya bellowin’,” his boots echoed on the wooden floorboards. “What, woman?”… Read more It came in the mail
The Outback’s flooded. Unseasonal rain has turned red dust to mud. Roads needed boats. Dirt track and side ditches became… Read more Blink and you’ll miss it…
The tantalising treats of bush-tucker.
I’ve tried to: Tickle it Tease it Toss it Beg it Curse it