Ann Curwood
grey dirt coats the ground the twisted tea tree waiting bouncing prostrate limb my faithful horse for riding till bells end our lunchtime play waves crashing in my ears salty air in my nose remembering you daggy dad in old…
grey dirt coats the ground the twisted tea tree waiting bouncing prostrate limb my faithful horse for riding till bells end our lunchtime play waves crashing in my ears salty air in my nose remembering you daggy dad in old…
remote desert camp stars down to the horizon all the way around I’m awed not by twinkling lights but by infinite darkness Great Sandy Desert, WA
from the Apennines Father’s blue anemones flow still on northern pebbles a living stream of memories to bridge the seas between us Bright & the Alpine Shire, Victoria; the hills & moors of North Derbyshire, England
forest camp now logging country invaded by pines – where remnant eucalypts stand a lyrebird calls Shelley, north-east Victoria wallaby grass brushes my cheek as I walk in open forest – gentle as your touch on one of our last…
cherry blossom petals kiss the breeze with time’s embrace moments blooming then fading beauty’s essence in brevity Kyoto
water a deep red beetroots boil for bottling pink streaks on white plate behind the darkening hills sunset’s shades reflected
seeds rattle, kept safe in a thin brown envelope her waiting garden quiet as a blade, the thought of saltbush fills the room standing by the ruins she’ll run a hand between stones and look out for birds through strange…
glimpsing the moon through dark wisps of cloud in desert chill … retiring types you and I cross borders on these trains — from the Ghan, SA/ NT out on the reef snorkelling between coral beside rainbowfish – eyes bulging…
pobblebonk ping pong soliciting in valleys above dank paddocks as city haze looms heavy this huge blue moon defies clouds – Neerim Hills, West Gippsland, VIC
sound filling my view azure waves sweeping in blades slicing down metronomic turbines turn sentinels towering