Imagining Snow
It snowed for the first time in 6 years in Rome today. This poem is a response to the way the flakes may have felt, in waiting to find their place there… Continue reading Imagining Snow
Month: February 2018
A Ragged Congregation
I wait and listen and watch, and my father’s spirit joins the congregation, settles in a place between my lungs and my heart, drawn here from his body a few kilometres away, and through my eyes he watches the first hesitant appearance of a scattering of gemstone stars. Continue reading A Ragged Congregation
Gold Dust
There’s a moment when the sun breaks through the quicksilver swirl of the clouds, and a beam of light scans the fields beyond and below like … Continue reading Gold Dust
All the Wisdom of the World
All the world’s wisdom is found here; or so it would seem. Printed on false weathered timber and on paper reams. Mantras hung in the … Continue reading All the Wisdom of the World
Buda Pest
I took this picture, but it was a poor comparison to the one I took a few hours earlier with my wife in it. Continue reading Buda Pest
3 Stories of an Uncle
His face is plump and decorated with the sort of moustache that immediately comes to mind when thinking of the European male stereotype, and indeed he is truly the embodiment of the traditional Austrian man. Continue reading 3 Stories of an Uncle
Mname-monic
Predictably, nothing ever fits either culture, Australian or Austrian, and my surname is no exception. Understanding it seems to confound even the most intelligent of people, … Continue reading Mname-monic
A Junkyard of Lights
Sometimes even now, two years since he died, I catch myself thinking about asking Dad for advice. For a millisecond, I forget that he is dead, and start to make a plan of when to call, how to frame the … Continue reading A Junkyard of Lights
Corridor
The corridor is hushed and dark while the summer sky shines in the park Upon his wrist they place the tag Around the skin as worn … Continue reading Corridor
What the Village allows
It’s not much to look at as far as villages go. The typical ideal of an Austrian village includes snow capped peaks and deep valleys, adorable church spires, pine forested hills and maybe a few good natured cowbells tanging in the distance. That’s not what Felixdorf is like at all.
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Blaze of Obscurity 