Gavin Austin
after the march the scent of rosemary blends with beer . . . ‘come in spinner’ shouts from the two-up circle another red dawn bleeds across eastern sky . . . the old grazier escapes sweat-damp sheets in his search…
after the march the scent of rosemary blends with beer . . . ‘come in spinner’ shouts from the two-up circle another red dawn bleeds across eastern sky . . . the old grazier escapes sweat-damp sheets in his search…
Gavin Austin lives in Sydney, and writes short fiction, short plays and poetry. His work has appeared in Australian and international publications, been produced for radio, and has been successful in numerous writing competitions. He has two published poetry collections: …