Guess who I saw…..
I’m sitting in a black vinyl covered swivel chair at Carnegie Hair place, Carnegie, of course.
Quite a while ago, when I was doing Yr 12, I remember coming across a book by Viktor Frankl. He was an Austrian psychotherapist. It might have been in the Moonee Ponds library, the spot I retreated to escape the noise at home, and to pretend to myself that I was studying. Or, I may […]
Into the dark of night, heading home, from a dwelling, of God’s own. Gates down DING, DING, and BT sounding, over kids in the back, a gentle idle-engine, humming. SHOOSH, quiet, iridescent light, flashing scarlet, the night pauses, for a bit. It’s over It’s over. Turn it off. The ball […]
The sweet and delectable taste of summer lingered as Hugo and I boarded the train at Caulfield just after 6pm on Easter Thursday. We were in good company as the carriage was filled with like minded revellers draped in various garments that declared their football allegiance. The Tiger colours probably outnumbered that of the Old […]
Spilling from the G a procession in Yellow and Black