A Darkside Downunder – MONA magic (Hobart, Australia)

February 1, 2015

I’m in Tasmania drinking with Dave; a giant of a man with broad shoulders and no neck. He’s lived alone all his adult life, and sits at his normal spot at the bar, in  brown flannelette shirt and singlet, jeans and mudcaked Blundy boots. “Changed? Yeah, sure has mate.” He looks around. “Mmm…not sure what […]

Home Sweet Home – not the Nullarbor (Nuytsland, Western Australia)

January 27, 2013

Arriving yesterday, we’ve turned off the Eyre Highway towards the Great Australian Bight – careering down a steep escarpment across dunes and a rocky 4WD track – to 50km southeast of Cocklebiddy; the old Eyre telegraph station. In the morning we meet Shirley while sitting on the veranda drinking coffee. Shirley has a weathered face […]

Bells and Whistles – mothers and fathers (Tuscany, Italy)

September 25, 2013

Dragano is an editor initially from up north. He’s tall and rakish, the wisp of a moustache and sleek brown hair; has the habit of whistling unexpectedly, as he ponders the ways of an unjust world while stroking a precocious black cat. His villa is classic Tuscan, the bricks and terra cotta gables more orange […]

People and Places – a poem (Jhomolhari, Bhutan)

April 2, 2013

the place I see is special; a block of stone or wending path built by many hands or feet.   and in my dream, I dream of this: a vibration, scent or residue, from pasts that are long lost.   till when I wake the dream takes shape, wrought of violence, longing or regret: the […]

The Ghost Dance – mixing memories (Melbourne, Australia)

November 30, 2012

‘I have sent for you and I am glad to see you. I am going to talk to you after awhile about your relatives who are dead and gone.’                          – Wovoka, Paiute American Indian prophet, From Pierre I catch the first available flight to Los Angeles, then home to find my father frail and tired […]

Private Wars – `lest we forget’ (Melbourne, Australia)

April 22, 2013

I met Becky in the supermarket dairy aisle; a vivacious 40-something, born and raised locally. I’d seen her around, but we’d never met before Ed reappeared. I asked how my old friend was. “Not so good,” she said. “Still can’t sleep. And he really struggles with ANZAC Day. He won’t see a doctor. I’m hoping […]

Postcard from Lagos – a white Christmas in black Africa (Nigeria)

December 25, 2013

I’ve been stuck in Johannesburg traffic for an hour now; finally pulling off the treadmill of Rivonia Rd, and into the Nigerian Consulate compound – open Tuesday and Thursday mornings only – to be greeted by a mountain of a security man casually swinging a semi-automatic and demanding I stop. “You cannot be bringing your […]

Indian Summers : Mumbai and Beyond – Warm recollections of an Indian sojourn.

August 4, 2012

A signed hard copy of Indian Summers – the perfect gift for lovers of all things Indian – is a tactile, beautifully presented collection of 13 stories complete with a mosaic of richly coloured photos; equally at home in a backpack or on a coffee table. The complete e-book is also available.