don’t you stand so close to mekeep your distancehold your breathand do not sneeze told a man offin the supermarket‘stop fondling the onions’he looked bemused wipe everything over when you get it homerinse bananas cans of tunaremember: wash your hands seventeen cans of black beansninety-one rolls of toilet paperthree slabs of melbourne eleven bottles of … Continue reading this covid life
air horn blasting as ribboned light streaks intodark suburban nightrhythmic click-clacksomnolent rockingnodding headsdrop into uneasy dozereader musing book abandonedunseeing eyes reflecting windows' life blaring ringtonequickly answeredtrain's near Coburg be there very soonspeed decreasingslowly slidingtoward the platform'sblazing lightsingle cyclistbike beside himoutstretched handreaching for the doortravellers jostlingonto the platformcrunching footfallsfade into the night _____________________________________________Image by Bianca Mentil … Continue reading 7.31 from Flinders Street
I know this pain, this anguished lonely night. My life was so before you gave your heart To me and God did bind us man and wife. Two souls now one, no man can drive apart. Your Love’s alchemy has so altered me, My ice bound heart thawed by your loving glance, That every breath … Continue reading When This Eclipse is Done
While I have done reasonable well this year, managing to read fifty books, I haven't yet achieved my goal of a book a week. Once again, the fiction is mainly historical with a few classic works as well as a handful of books of poetry and of non-fiction. My top reads for the year are … Continue reading 2017 – A Year of Reading
shimmering bubbles spirals of withheld breath curving fingers slide through silken water flickering feet the flash of mermaid’s tail dreaming swimmer gliding sleek and weightless as below the surface muted time slows and early light refracts in dancing waves _________________________________________________ Image courtesy of Pixabay Text ©Catherine Meyrick. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without … Continue reading morning swimmer
Re-posting one of my early poems as I am still struggling with final edits and formatting of my novel. 'A job for life' was intended as a performance piece but is possibly a bit too long. It was fun to write and, hopefully, still fun to read. You can read it here.
I have been blogging for nearly two years now, twice a week over the last twelve months. Although I thoroughly enjoy it, I doubt that I will be able to manage to be so productive over the next couple of months as I will be busy making final edits and formatting my novel Forsaking All … Continue reading the coven
The Golden Age is a Perth convalescent hospital for children recovering from poliomyelitis. Under the care of dedicated nurses and physiotherapists, the children are taught to use their limbs again and to gain the independence necessary for their return to the outside world. In this nurturing environment, cut off from their familiar lives with family … Continue reading One Minute Book Review – The Golden Age by Joan London.
Grief is the Thing with Feathers is a slim almost surreal novel which through prose, dialogue and poetry traces the grieving of a father and two young sons coming to terms with the death of their wife and mother. Their life in chaos, Crow arrives in the middle of the night and takes on the … Continue reading One Minute Book Review – Grief is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gxakg-EgCkk O come and hear the mighty Tigers roar. This is our year – a finals’ spot we seek. See Dusty, Riewoldt, Cotch and Rioli soar. Our breathing stops, we see our winning score, We show them all that Richmond is not meek. O come and hear the mighty Tigers roar, For Hardwick … Continue reading Go Tiges! A villanelle