bernard

Very Short Poetry

After two months of training, two week of quarantine, and two days at sea, I was thrilled to find I didn’t get seasick. It’s my first...

At some point in my life- perhaps from my very beginning- I had an urge to explore the world and understand it better. Borne by my...

...the Stirling Range Ridge Walk, as a trail, is ephemeral... there are trails up there, but many are dead ends...

Musca vetustissima. Rural spawners, they lay eggs in cow dung and flourish like locust of a biblical plague.

Maybe the result of being hit by a car or perhaps flying into a window- whatever the cause of the injuries, it must have been severe...

A wooden sign fixed to a tree simply engraved with ‘TRAIL’ was dripping with moss. At least we were on the right track.