Month: August 2013

sitting on the porch our dog asleep at my feet the sun leaves the longest shadow from the house an afternoon is in the trees as they chatter of a day of doing this and that and acquiesce against one anothers mischief — flavours of […]

To my dead son or daughter; I left you, let you pass, kept you out frozen: The mark of the palmist foretelling five children, I climb this hill now, with four at my side. Your memory: A shadow on the distant range, where eucalypt is […]