Tag: Writing
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THE FOREST OF STONE
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time. […]
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NORTHERN LIGHT
I’ll never let you go If you promise not to fade away… – Muse, Starlight Dusk on The Esplanade. As the evening hubbub of Cairns comes alive, I sit at a corner table at the Coast Roast […]
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Moonlight Encounter
The inlets and coves, slotted into the coastline like notches on a sailor’s knife handle… I was jumped on by a possum at Curio Bay. Now that’s not a sentence you’ll read very often. It was just after ten o’clock at night and I was standing on a headland overlooking the bay, with surf booming […]
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Corner Country
“I thought of all the songs I’d sung About this Outback track, And that is how this vision came to me…” – Slim Dusty, Along the Road of Song. Beyond Bourke, a one-dog-town on the banks of the Darling River in Western New South Wales, the single lane bitumen road gives way to a rutted outback […]
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Ghosts of Cooper Creek
I live and breathe the silences and dust where no man reigns… – Cold Chisel, Wild Colonial Boy Dawn at Cooper Creek. Day begins early out here in the far north-east corner of South Australia. Long before first light seeps into the sky, the birds are awake: screeching and wailing and […]
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A WALK ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS
Hong Kong has a secret alter ego. Beyond Stanley – a trendy seaside suburb on a peninsula suspended from the south coast of Hong Kong Island – the Wilson Trail climbs steeply up the flank of Ma Kong Shan. A cool breeze blows in from the South China Sea, rustling through the leaves of the […]
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Wide Awake in Dreamland
Out here nothing changes, not in a hurry anyway. You feel the endlessness, running on the light of day… – Goanna, Solid Rock Before the Dreamtime there was nothing. The Earth was flat and lifeless; no stars glittered in the sky. The universe was dark and silent. […]
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The Light Horse
With cold steel bayonets gleaming, in sodden seas of blood They raced towards the stronghold, all in a crimson flood, Such maddening surge of horses, such tumult and such roar The Wells of old Beersheba had never seen before … […]
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The House of Blakiston
I come from Geraldine. Someone had to. My hometown, Geraldine, on New Zealand’s South Island, doesn’t have any notable citizens. We can’t lay claim to being the birthplace of a great politician, or an eminent scientist, or even some famous deviant, serial killer or chef. The closest thing Geraldine has to a celebrity is Jordan […]
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The City of Light
“I dig my toes into the sand; The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds, strewn across a blue blanket…” – Incubus, Wish You Were Here Dawn on Tahunanui Back Beach. At this hour, the beach is empty: a strand of grey sand adorned with a tide-wrack of driftwood. Off to the west, the heaped blue […]
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