Ancient Ones

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Identity Feet by June Perkins Ancient ones watch unseen I never see them but others do. They take them to be spirits that protect and wonder that I can’t see them when to them they’re so clear. Uncle Neville comes to stay tells me ‘there’s an old man watching outside…

Islands and Dolls – the Aunties of my childhood

Originally posted on Following the Crow Song:
Agatha walks Flinders island, her grey hair wrapped in a bun and her footsteps purposeful and free.  Dagmar lives in the city with a room full of collectable dolls and makes delicious cups of tea.  Both are amongst the aunties of my childhood, as my mother’s sisters were…

The World is All Gates

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck. Ralph Waldo Emerson lined with red blooms announcing possibility the road beyond calls out its journeys to gardens of elsewhere lined with mist dissolving found light cascading into tension on the fields of search muddling with its metaphor it’s the surnameContinue reading “The World is All Gates”

Books from our Backyard

It was amazing to be at the Poinciana Lounge, when it was  full to the brim of Queensland books, authors, family, friends and literary supporters; double the amount of last year too. A big thankyou to Queensland Writers Centre for creating a catalogue of Queensland books which goes out to libraries and others to promoteContinue reading “Books from our Backyard”