King River

King River We relax in the evening light on his fluid banks The William Hovell dam tames him until like the young girl in the park he defiantly tumbles over the spillway where he reaches his valley too weak to fight rocks he once tore from the hills. Today he playfully polishes marble-round those tooContinue reading “King River”

Barracouta is a fishy narrative

I was born in a coastal city yet fish was not a big part of our diet. The number of times we children ate fish was limited. The fish we ate at home was fillets of smoked cod. When mum prepared it she cooked it in a white sauce with some onion. Another common nameContinue reading “Barracouta is a fishy narrative”

Inshore Lady

Yesterday, Roger and I had a dress rehearsal for our first dry sail of Inshore Lady. Her companion, Micro Scoot, has been fishing already and proved she is a good tender vehicle. She too has a Spritsail as opposed to the Gaff Sail the plans call for. The larger sail may make for better sailingContinue reading “Inshore Lady”

UNACCOUNTED

Alice was alone. With purpose she walked onto the pier. The young couple could see she knew where she was going as she passed by them. They ambled along unaware of how threateningly strange the light in the west was becoming, especially near the horizon. Their walk continued along the causeway. They noticed the boatsContinue reading “UNACCOUNTED”

Wind / man Power

One of the little John Bell Blondie dinghies Roger and I have been working on is now in my garage waiting for a final coat of paint. There is still much to do before it will be launched, but Roger has taken his to Robe South Australia. He anticipates it will handle well, even inContinue reading “Wind / man Power”

An haiku sextet on a theme

Jelly Fish In February Blue bottles tease wave surfers Riding last warm breaks Lemon Pud Warm lemon sago Cooked as tapioca Our staple dessert Privacy Please Frosted front doors hide The intent of residents No need for coyness Power Usage Darkened hallway lit Daylight hours by skylight saves electricity Age Inactive old blood And elastinContinue reading “An haiku sextet on a theme”

Hurry up – and wait.

When the fishing rod was bobbing up and down in the water I knew I had caught a fish. I loved standing on the craggy point looking into the water watching the minnows feed. This day I was fishing not far from where I lost mum’s chip frier. She said, “If you take that thingContinue reading “Hurry up – and wait.”