Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road. Healthy, free, the world before me,. The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. I am alone and the empty space fills my soul. I have carried dry wood and a billy can to boil water for coffee. I hear the water rushing past and there is bird song.

Nillumbik Ekphrasis Poetry Award 2015.

Have completely got out of the blogging habit. and having trouble restoring content on the new one! The frustration of not quite understanding enough about how things work to fix it! Was thinki.

Is written by Anne Crawford and published by Allen and Unwin. This entry was posted on March 11, 2015, in Uncategorized. I like to write reviews of most of the new books I read.

Writing, art, design, style, technology, random stuff. Black fists punching a crying sky,. I lie on the hill unharmed until the storm. Wisps of whips, tongues of a red- painted dawn,. Finches bending reeds into fishtail tremors,. Digital Writers Festival now on. The weather, oh, the weather.