Baby I Love Your Way & Show Me The Way by Peter Frampton. Story by Brian Nankervis
All of us from somewhere else, chasing dreams, telling tall stories and playing games. All of us well and truly under the spell of Joan Pollock.
All of us from somewhere else, chasing dreams, telling tall stories and playing games. All of us well and truly under the spell of Joan Pollock.
The cotton fields lie fallow. Awash. I watch the swirls and eddies and the floating debris.
Lucia Nardo Fire-place, Melbourne, July 1993The thick door of my home couldn’t protect me from that winter’s chill. Icy wind whistled between the jambs and into the house.
Nick Gadd Kitchen, Saronno, Italy, January 1990I was working as an English teacher at a chewing gum factory, and Lynne had a job at a language school in Milan.