sunday

Sunday

rain on tin, grey endless softest of light with no edges sky, puddles, splashes, drips, rivulets, heavier now making their own

Sunday

on our roof under a verdant robust sun. Children ferrying bright plastic tubs as we, together, scrape sweep scoop wet dead gum

Sunday

she remembers back then, though it comes out akilter now. Just then, those few minutes ago, lost forgotten into an ever presen

sunday

walking dog, genius play list, take away coffee, the lead with a knot in it, Sony buds, iPhone, begin with Warren Zevon (the l

Sunday

Advert: wispy sky seeking fleeting slight thoughts waiting for the what to write knowing, and surely this is urprising, that i

Sunday

“No worries darl” says the Greek Australian woman in the fish and chip shop. the door was only a little ajar and t

Sunday

“There were four Asian’s and no Australian’s bidding.” “How did you know they weren’t Aust

Sunday

sometimes the marriage is a Pushme-Pullyou there are only so many Rainbow Fairy adventures with Rachel, Kirsty, and the banall

Sunday

two kestrels on the drive three dead cats, one dead ’roo ms now 8 year old pressing her Pop’s stomach to make burp

Sunday

heavy coal clouds leaden with cold and wet. Not the high dark anger of summer thunder but low flat dense thick smothering the

Sunday

I missed writing yesterday’s notes rhythmic density of the domestic that smile. Lure glint wonder of its caress

Sunday

the handfuls of almonds lie heavy and fetid somewhat past my stomach green woollen cardigan, striped T matching socks, she was