Small Town Kid – the ‘Crackers’ poem

Anyone who has read Small Town Kid (my poetry memoir of growing up in Beechworth in the 1960s and 70s), will have read about the bonfire that always started proceedings on Bonfire Night: . . . then in the fading light the bonfire on the far side of the gorge is touched off to blaze … Continue reading Small Town Kid – the ‘Crackers’ poem


ford street remains

ford street starts in the middle at the post office tower with the clock that looks four ways it’s the dolphin café that’s tried to change but always looks tired in the week that follows each facelift it used to be a barber shop but now it’s empty space the man with the scissors is … Continue reading ford street remains

Welcome to Beechworth

Hello and welcome to my hometown of Beechworth in north-east Victoria, where we nestle in the foothills of the Victorian Alps, within easy reach of snow and skiing. The north-east is awash with pretty and charming small towns and interesting villages, but Beechworth is a special place. It sits in the centre of an historical golden … Continue reading Welcome to Beechworth