Published in Writer’s Way·Sep 2Are you a Pro at Procrastination?I am. I’m so pro at it, I could set up a school, offer diplomas, degrees, special awards. I could set up a university. The University of Procrastination. There I could teach you all the best ways to procrastinate. A million ways you haven’t thought of yet… Though something tells…Procrastination2 min readProcrastination2 min read
Published in High Season Low Season·May 3Father PresenceExcerpts from a memoir, by Lisa Sharkey Dad, Father, solid build and solid in my life. His strength was physical, built from the pounding of steel, day in day out. Cutting and welding heavy metals. Building large vessels, trains, earth moving equipment, pipelines, barges during the war and fine wrought…Mountains5 min readMountains5 min read
Published in High Season Low Season·May 3Call to Prayerby Catherine Briggs As the mountain looms high a whipbird’s call invites us to join nature in prayer. Trees turn their leaves, spin a sun blessed circle, grey, green, gold, on scribbly gum, anaphora. In the shade light filters wildflowers and memories. Mount Beerburrum draws distant rainbows: the fire of…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
May 2Call to Prayerby Catherine Briggs As the mountain looms high a whipbird’s call invites us to join nature in prayer. Trees turn their leaves, spin a sun blessed circle, grey, green, gold, on scribbly gum, anaphora. In the shade light filters wildflowers and memories. Mount Beerburrum draws distant rainbows: the fire of…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in High Season Low Season·May 2My Writer’s Denby Hwa Rogers My writer’s Den is a hut in the forest — in a forest clearing — not unlike my kuti in the rainforest in Thailand but bigger and more spacious. It’s also up on stilts, so there’s a cool place underneath. It’s in the mountains and everywhere there…Writing3 min readWriting3 min read
Published in High Season Low Season·May 2Morning observationsGlass House Mountains, by Jennifer Smart Filtered light Magma plug dominating, Picnic at Hanging Rock. Brown earth littered with pebbles, twigs, she oak needles, dried gum leaves, spotted and brittle. Sandstone boulders arranged in praise of the mountain. An amphitheatre of awe. Oranges, ochres, striped, cracked, chipped, scored by time. …Writing2 min readWriting2 min read
Published in High Season Low Season·May 2The Cedar-getter’s Granddaughterexcerpt from a new novel by Diana Plater Meg, 1826. Meg noticed her dirty cream calico pants had turned bright red. Blood ran down her leg where a huge leech clung on. The smell reminded her of a new penny turned in her hand — the smell of iron.These leeches seemed…Forest5 min readForest5 min read
Published in High Season Low Season·Apr 27An Easter Songby Ian Drummond Father Mountain, Sit and sing you Prescence Mother, Wisdom found Jana sat and wrote these words far from the mountain that inspired them. More than a sentimental mood or shallow nostalgia, the mountain transformed into her. Far from the trail, calling out to Father, church bells ring…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Published in High Season Low Season·Mar 30Postcard to Byron Bayby Tiffany Plummer Dear Byron Bay Oh, how I needed to be shipwrecked upon your shore. Remnants of a nurse with a volume of discontent dialled high, my inner sanctum, a spreading bloom of disillusionment and hostility. I felt lost. Withered and puckered, I entered your cove. Dead words within…Creative Writing2 min readCreative Writing2 min read
Published in High Season Low Season·Mar 24Clarissaby Margot McDonald An Italian piano concerto plays in his mind as Antonio sits on a rock — a rather indistinctive rock but a large one, on the beach — his face morose, his heart heavy and bubbling with envy. …Short Story4 min readShort Story4 min read
