The long flat gone to white
ring of hills process through grey, blue, black
wide enough for one small life.
The stranded angler, Lake Illawarra (revised)
poetry
Opening day
Needles from the low off Antarctica
spun from a face of angry ice
spray snatched into the sky
this mighty engine.
the water’s green and planktonic
no line or floor
humpbacks below
sailing a darker green.
out of options, breathless
a man decides happiness.
Image: Vincent P. Taylor [in inflatable rubber suit] floating on San Francisco Bay, Sept. 29th, 1926 / Taylor Family photographs and State Library of NSW on Flickr. Opening day at my local swimming pool was a bit blustery. A quadrille for Dverse where Lillian is hosting and asks us to use the word ‘happy’.
And since we’re talking about it, here’s my happy place – Bach’s Goldberg Variations. Here’s the Aria by piano superstar Lang Lang (just ignore the cheesy camera work — maybe close your eyes for five minutes.)
the s-word
Bloom
roses rucked in rows to weather the weather. through the dreary pane farther off, togetherContinue reading
Morning at Cumae
Over the Moon
50 questions
Here’s Ava and Daniel reading 50 Google questions…
What’s tonight’s Moon?
What’s the reason for the Moon?
Talking sheds
Talking Sheds and Other Corrugations a new book from Wollongong poet Jack Oates was launched virtually just this week.
Continue readingnot my place
“It was a pretty brutal place, but there was no slavery in Australia.“
The Hon. Scott Morrison, MP,
Prime Minister of Australia
on Radio 2GB, 8 June 2020
it’s not my place
there are others here
with grounds
The third day
A red whiskered bulbul (before/after)
A red-whiskered bulbul (before)
head back calling
in the evening
in the neighbour’s olive tree —
‘wee-whit-h-h-h-h-who’ , ‘wee-wee-h-h-h-h-twuk’.
Peter Frankis writes 