Miss Wheelock began playing O Love Divine and Tender

“But soon we shall die and all memory (of others) will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a [...]

It’s kinda soft, uncooked, like in the picture

When I was a kid my mum never even asked me what I wanted in my lunch box.  It didn’t matter, it was pretty much like what my friends had, always included a sandwich and a bit of bruised fruit.  We redundantly traded the lack lustre fare that was so staple that, even now, I [...]

At the hairdresser

I arrive at the hairdressers today and find one of the girls on her knees picking up something from the floor.“No need for that when I walk in,” I say grandly.  “A curtsey is more than enough.”“What?” she asks, like maybe I’ve just propositioned her.“There’s no need to get down on your knees when I [...]

How boys say goodbye

This thing happened a long time ago; it was just a few minutes in thousands and thousands of minutes and most of them forgotten.  But I will tell you this thing anyway. 
One day, in the middle of another Saturday morning I began whittling away at a piece of soft wood that some bygone flood of [...]

Old Timer

Thursday seems an odd day to start anything, let alone an adventure but that’s just how things turned out. The motorbikes were running well and bore us quickly through the low hills around our city and into the yellow fields of canola beyond.  We passed through the old mission town, stopping only for a coffee and [...]