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THE LEG AND THE POET

He was behind the counter at the auto electricians. I was glad he was serving me because his female partner was hobbling around with a pronounced limp. I told him all I wanted was a replacement globe for the motorhome’s tail light. I’ll meet him out there at the motorhome I said. Imagine my surpriseContinue reading “THE LEG AND THE POET “

SAMPLING A DROP

In one’s memory bank there are images that can always be dredged up. Favoured or horrible, they never disappear entirely. One of those for me is of standing on a bridge facing the camera. Behind me the metal structure is swaying back and forth because it’s covered with roaring floodwaters trying to rent it fromContinue reading “SAMPLING A DROP”

DEAD SHEEP FALLS

It permeated everything. Seemed like no matter where you were it wouldn’t leave you. It almost made one’s eyes water, so penetrating was it. The ferns, rainforest and splash of the water were all just background to this foul smell of a rotting carcass. What and where it was I had no idea but movedContinue reading “DEAD SHEEP FALLS”

POOL OF THE GODS

When people get lost they go in circles; it’s a fact. You’ve only got to go 100 metres without being sure where you are when you start to turn. I read a story of a hiker in the Appalachians who’d perished. Her husband had notified authorities when she failed to turn up, but they neverContinue reading “POOL OF THE GODS”

“….DON’T TELL ME YOUR SURNAME IS SMITH!”

It was raining, not hard, but the drizzle was constant. There’s something about being in the forest when it’s wet. Drips on the flowers, colours highlighted in the wet, the splash of footsteps, the quiet. It’s all there, you just have to notice it. I was north of Lawson, hoping to find St. Michaels FallsContinue reading ““….DON’T TELL ME YOUR SURNAME IS SMITH!””

PLEASURE WITH LYNN

To be honest, my brain was in a bit of a fog. For over five weeks we’d seen a plethora of wonders, so much of which was breathtaking, that my mind had ground to a halt. Aware that I had to do something, anything, I concluded that I had to go across the bridge, theContinue reading “PLEASURE WITH LYNN”

THE IMPORTANCE OF BUNDANOON

I can still conjure up, without any effort, my mother expressing the view that she’d like to retire in Bundanoon. She’d extol its virtues and beauty but it was never going to happen. Even I knew that growing up. We never even went to Bundanoon as a family, but the name echoed in my brainContinue reading “THE IMPORTANCE OF BUNDANOON”