Innocence

10 November 2011 |

When you are brought forth Life is yet to be lived A future unsullied A clean slate is your gift You look for wonder Love, peace But in its stead You are incomplete You are surrounded By anger Pain, fear What is this soulless jeer? What have I done? Is fault with me? You shrink…

The River

10 November 2011 |

Dubbo: we were living in a caravan park (I forget now what it was called). This was the place where my parents learned, from a couple who lived in the caravan next to us, about school education by correspondence. We were moving so regularly that it was difficult to keep enrolling us kids into mainstream…