1. The smell that rises from two platters of fruit salad. On this grey almost November day, the colours seem wonderful and exotic.
2. I am reading while I wait. Through the story I hear the voice I am waiting for, and it pulls me back to the London street.
3. As we take our seats on the train, Nick lifts the armrest between us.
Hot water bottle, Word Up and night sky.
1. The sighing glug of a hot water bottle filling, and the soft belch of air making room. 2. Spoken word night. The energy shifts from poet ...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...