Month: November 2009

Bright red sunset burning beyond the distant hills points the way; way out there, across hills and rich plains of Gamilaroi land. This is also the land of my father and his father, and the great grandfather killed during harvest. To think that a heavily packed four bushel bag of wheat: the object of the…

Grandchildren paddling out beyond the break and daughters gambolling like seals in the shore breaks: Pop takes his last swim out there where the bottom drops off the bar. We’d gathered to honour a wish, with no script, and no sense of what is actually meant to happen. There was a sense, though, that these…

Nightfall, and the bats are on the move.  They fly, beating wings against the greying sky, airborne mammals, shrugging upside down through the day and battering out through the sky in defiance of all probability. In the distance, squeezed in the frame between roofs, the wind turbine swings lazily, yet, insistently: challenging any latter day…