Nine Things Now You Are Nine

Dance Shadowy, secretive. I see the shapes you make and patterns of light on the floor. I hear you breathing; heavier now you’ve been dancing for some time. I’m in the other room and tiptoe out to see if I can sneak a look. But I make a noise and am discovered. You turn around and plant…

A Couple Quick Announcements

We’ve just returned from a whirlwind trip back to NSW to visit Adam’s family and attend his hometown’s 150th birthday celebrations. As is the way, I got sick with some demon tonsillitis thing on the way up and was either sleeping or sweating (or pouting, see photo) for a few days while I tried to shake…

Four Out of Twenty-Three Million

We are four out of twenty-three million*, called down to the sports oval by a dancing wind, the open sky and a slow-baked April sun. Degrees are just numbers though, as are population statistics, I thought, as we tossed the basketball to each other. Playing schoolyard games, diving for a catch – this is how…