Bushwalk is such a gloriously Aussie word. While Americans vigorously hike and the English ramble or roam, Australians, mate, we just go for a walk, you know, in the bush.
The waitress asks me if I would like some more hot water for my tea. I smile, meet her eyes… Read more Scarfing the chips on our shoulders
I’m a city girl. I love live music, good coffee and public transport. I don’t like driving in the city –… Read more Hands at ten and two, how I fell in love with bush driving
How does a quick trip to the shops end with me returning home two hours late, covered in possum excrement… Read more Hello, possums!
This poem was written in two parts, both in the Tropics. The idea of a ‘swamp parliament’ came to me… Read more Swamp Parliament