Midweek Moment #1
Welcome to Midweek Moment! Once a week, Monique (of Write Note Reviews) and I will team up and share our favourite photos on our blogs. Along with our literary pursuits, we both enjoy taking photos. Whilst we're keen with our...
When Good Enough Isn’t
I've just returned from a holiday to Tasmania, my birth state. I went back for my cousin's 21st birthday, and tacked a couple of days on at the beginning for writing. I stayed in a cottage at Branxholm, a rural town in the northeast of Tasmania. I've stayed...
Photos of Winter
Winter arrived in Perth last week, and for some reason bad weather never fails to stimulate my writing. I think it's a combination of the sounds—rain on a tin roof, wind rushing through the trees—and sights—grey skies, water...
Humps and Troughs
I thought I'd squeeze a blog post in before the end of the financial year—so here's an update: The Novel: Unfortunately, I don't have much to report on this front, except that I'm stuck. So stuck, I'm considering seeking help. When I wrote the previous blog post,...
Snapshot Poetry #9—A Poem and A Painting
Instead of my usual blog, today's post is a poem by a young Perth writer—my son, Sam*. I loved this poem about the Swan River. I loved the sense of darkness that pervades it—the clouds, the 'looming' city, the shadows, the houses trapping the river, the boats...
Camping at Lucky Bay, WA
We've just returned from our family holiday. This year, we camped at Lucky Bay in Cape Le Grand National Park, about 800 km southeast of Perth. We're experienced campers now, and I've come home recharged and refreshed. There's also a few more freckles and an extra...
Snapshot Poetry #8—Graveyard Dreams
I posted this snapshot poem on my Facebook page a few weeks' ago, but I've since slightly changed the wording. To tell the truth, I went back to the original wording, as it came out of my brain and onto the page. Sometimes tinkering with the words spoils the poetry....
Snapshot Poetry #7—Soft Dawn
I took this photo with my phone at about 5am, facing west, with the sun rising behind me. The sky had a soft, muted appearance, but the air was thick and humid, and thunder rumbled periodically. There was a heavy sense of foreboding, as if something ominous was about...
Snapshot Poetry #6—This Vast Country
This week's snapshot poem: Not only this country, but the whole globe is smaller these days, and certainly looks it from way up there ...
Snapshot Poetry #5—If I Could Turn Back Time
Snapshot Poem #4 is not really a poem, but some thoughts. Take a moment to ponder my beautiful words and imagery ... Finished? Good. Now, for something completely different, here's Cher's '80's hit of the same name: ...
Snapshot Poetry #4—Childhoods Cushioned With Green
A quick snapshot poem this week: It's not often these days that I get to take my children to a park, or to the beach, or to anywhere with wide open spaces close to nature. Their days are so heavily scheduled: school and homework...
Snapshot Poetry #3—My Father’s Hands
These hands held mine each Sunday night and clipped my nails, while I wriggled and watched the clippings fall like sawdust into the crease of the newspaper. As broad as the spades they pushed through the dirt, they hammered and sawed, patched...
Snapshot Poetry #2—Privileged Moments
I've used the word privilege before when talking about being a doctor, because there are many privileges afforded the medical profession. Doctors share people's lives in a way few other professions do. We witness intimate and private moments normally shielded from...
Snapshot Poetry #1
I thought I'd start a creative diversion—some poetry. I do not consider myself a poet by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes phrases come to me, such as this one yesterday while I was out walking the dogs. I thought I'd try to catch these thoughts before...
Photos of spring …
The skies might be grey and the rain may be falling, but I can taste spring ... Daisies in the garden Lemon tree blossoms And lone lemon Peeping over the fence By the pool Even the clothes line looks ready for spring And the fence Gargy's not happy -- he likes winter...
