A Cat, the Garden, a Tree and Me

I visited the Garden Centre in spring and saw the Japanese Acer, a lone tree straggly with a discoloured leaves and cheap. So I bought it. I planted it in the hard Somerset soil. By summer the Acer was shooting towards the starling-filled sky, growing straight and...

Camus and the Kangaroo 

I am Australia and Australia is me The Buru is alive in the sky and the sea and the Daintree Locked as the one to survive in a blood line flowing free From time immemorial in the Kuku Yalanji shifting sand In every grain blowing through this Kulki forgiving land Part...

Rights Run with Life

Henry Salt is a man to whom I owe a debt which can never be repaid. He reached out and offered a helping hand to me at a time when I needed one more than I ever had before. For the wisdom of his words travelled through time as a bellwether chime. Yet  I never knew him...

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