We crossed the border this morning. Six hundred miles. Sorry. Six hundred stories. No-one there to check our licence, registration.
Three short, playful poems. Marriage, Elvis, Lennon and McCartney.
We play a lot of good music, drink far too much, eat fabulously. Most of all we keep stoking the fire to keep the old house warm and our friendship ablaze. A good red helps with that.
Bendigo, May 2021 I fidget in my seat here in the middle of the second row of an intimate theatre in my birthplace of Bendigo. I am here to see a local theatre company stage ten ten-minute plays, including one I wrote. I am here with my immediate family, including my [...]
I could see the bright lights of the Barracuda Fish and Chip Shop as a cheery spot in front of me. The door opened; smell and music spilled out. Fish and chips and doner kebabs and Build me Up Buttercup with all its warm yellowness. I sang along. I would be home soon.
I fell in love with the Beatles backwards, when, as a teenager, I discovered my father’s old vinyl copy of Abbey Road - the last album they recorded. From the first shuffling beats of Come Together, I was hooked.
The spindly showman/Shuffled on stage/Dressed as black as night
When I’d be driving, and one of ‘our songs’ came on schmaltzy radio station 2CH, I’d crank it up, sing along and think of you. I’d flash back to moments in our childhood – just the good times – imagining you in the passenger seat, singing too.
He was short and stocky and sexy. He had a killer smile and his dark almond eyes had eyelashes way longer than any boy should have. I liked him and he liked me.
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