A WineDark Sea

And no, this is not about a reality cook-off show where the cravated judge eats a bone marrow risotto and then dies of a heart attack* This ...

 It's no compliment to know your book has been used to train an AI machine. It feels dismaying, infuriating and gut wrenching.  'My ...

The generator is whirring outside tonight. I say whirring, maybe it is thumping. Anyway, the generator is a presence, a petrol-induced entit...

This is a poem by Dorothy Hewett, an esteemed Western Australian poet with legendary status in these parts. THE VALLEY OF THE GIANTS In the ...

 I think it was my last day on firetower today and it was kinda boring and long. Low visability, no smokes and the spotter planes returning ...

 Happy St Patrick's Day folks!   Today, I climbed the mountain to the fire tower and got to the spot where a tiger snake lies basking ev...

There's a man we call Johnny Walker because he walks the highway everyday into the little town. He swings his arms as he walks, always d...