three poems of Australian childhood

CLOUD SPIRITS The sound of rain on a metal roof, an orchestra of cloud spirits drumming just above your head. The first such night is sleepless, but then it becomes the most soothing thing and the rhythm just carries you away. When that roof was replaced by tiles that deadened the sound, Mum kept a… Continue reading three poems of Australian childhood


There will always be another generation to record the same experiences, making us regret all over again the perfect piece of theatre, shouted in the depths of the night and whispered in the light of day, that could have been made from the mediocre tragedy, bittersweet comedy, quaintly absurd production – ordinary, quiet, a little… Continue reading Fragments