Poetry at Woodend with the Chamber Poets and Cate Kennedy.
Stepping off the train, the heat instantly punches like a surreal home-coming, searing away years of rebellious absenteeism. I make my way along the open platform into the roofed area, through the red brick arch into the shabby Victorian interior with its cracked tessellated tile floor, past the ticket office and waiting room, through the cast-iron gate and back out into the sun again: a cruel, oven-hot, bone-dry shimmering presence and memory merges with the present.
Recently, the extraordinary developments in artificial intelligence (AI) and robotics, have received worldwide coverage in news and current affairs programs.
Sweeping up the curve of Milton Park’s driveway and through the parkland doesn’t prepare first time visitors for the grandeur of the Federation mansion and its English style gardens.
On a recent trip to Boydtown near Eden I realised that planning or waiting for the perfect time to holiday leads me to put off taking one.
Awake at 6:30 the lake was silver with a light mist just beginning to descend. At least 8 black swans glided past looking like little ‘nessies’ as the mist closed in. Ten minutes later the sun set everything golden and the mist lifted again. With our very generous breakfast on the veranda, blue skies and birdlife, we didn’t want to leave.
Reposting this haiku competition. Plenty of time to be inspired and write some wonderful haiku.
Entries for the 22nd International Kusamakura Haiku Competition in Kumamoto are open until September 11th 2017. Applicants may submit 2 previously unpublished haiku by mail or via the online submission page. For further details please visit the website. Awarded haiku from previous years may also be read here.
Brrr! Winter has well and truly taken hold. This haiku captures my sentiments perfectly: winter morning good intentions retreat beneath the doona (published in 2016 Painted Words)
As all Australians know, magpies can be vicious during the nesting season. However, we have never had an attack. I suppose because they know we are part of the landscape. Nesting season has now finished but the magpies are busy raising their chicks. I hear them in the surrounding bushland. Today one adult is warbling softly, … Continue reading magpies