“Empty Bottles” is a long-winded poem on the drunkards’ middens of the Northern Territory, written in 1893 by William Aaron Millikan, my mother’s father’s father. When I first read his poem a few years ago, I was not enamoured of it’s form. … Continue reading
The ejected capsule will not re-enter the docking bay. If this were deep space, lives would be lost… I give up on reassembling the space-age vacuum cleaner, and flop onto the couch. Glancing across the room, I ask, “So, what’s … Continue reading
My love of rhyming verse comes from my father’s mother, Dora May Norman (nee Hitchcox). I have many fond memories of family parties where grandma Dora would read us a poem about one of her children or neighbours. I would … Continue reading
I finished this Stick-Figure sculpture in November 2011 just before undergoing two operations, (right foot and left leg) which immobilized me for many weeks. I symbolically assigned this Lert to stand guard over my health and wellbeing. It was comforting … Continue reading
My beautiful father Peter, who bonded with my mum Doreen to form the stellar origin of our layered nuclear family.
