Continue reading “Reading Between the Tiles – One Liner”
When an upside down cast iron bath shoots out the front door like a bullet, clearly something is wrong.
Written words never made sense to dad as a child. Letters jumbled off the pages, morphed into shapes and pictures, became visualisations and plans for gadgets. At the age of 12 he built his own bike from bits and pieces, and the urge to fix and construct, rode away with him.Continue reading “Reading Between the Tiles – Cold Feet”
Continue reading “Reading Between the Tiles – The Gift”
A time-lapse portrait of an elderly couple reveals itself through the half-open doorway; each vertical slice shakily, achingly, shuffling to the next.
Continue reading “Why I Write Memoir”
I write because when I tilt my head the words fall out.
Continue reading “Dobbing a Tree in, making a complaint”
I dobbed a tree in today – went online and made my complaint and I fully expect the relevant department to bring along some serious machinery and do some damage.
Continue reading “The Little Blue Boat”
‘Careful’ said mum, as the little blue boat rocked in my pudgy fingers. Great paddle of her hand scooped it up; beached it back on the shelf and left me adrift in a sea of sentiment.
Continue reading “A Tomato Affair”
I’m eating one tomato that cost me $3.60 “ That’s outrageous”, you say. “At the grocery store you can buy two punnets for $3”. Let me explain. This is a tale of mishandled finances, stress and lost sleep.
Continue reading “Painting with Words”
There’s always one viewer who can’t stand still long enough to sip in a picture. He’s looking for action and fizz – a heady cocktail of light and sound.
Continue reading “Moving Through the Trash”
This move came with baggage. Not the boxes of household gear (they were easy to shift), but piles of paper folders holding records of notes from our decade long mission to return to a site twisted and ravaged by earthquakes.
Continue reading “Out of Reach – Unable to Visit Mum”
She’s an explorer, a biologist, a philosopher … and, in the sunshine, a precious jewel with crown of silver filaments; golden wrinkles and ruby kisses.
Continue reading “Cheap and Cheerful – Dressing Second Hand”
Second hand clothing may be cheap but my self-worth is now priceless.
Continue reading “A Banana of a Journey”
How can I un-taste what my tongue has sampled … and enjoyed?