back-burn lottery

there are still fires we can taste them in the morning air a pungent undercurrent to the first chortlings of magpie morning a filter restraint over the laughter of kookaburras even snow strange white-ice substance at christmas and a fall of liquid abundance from the sky could not put out the flames and there is … Continue reading back-burn lottery

the good news

good news good news isn’t it wonderful to get good news in the middle of calamity they seem to blame el niño for drying up the rain and it’s true the boy child is no friend to this parched land it seems sometimes he loves us too well holds us close in a warm embrace … Continue reading the good news