There was a gale blowing this morning and the sky was covered in dark grey, almost black clouds. The water was dirty green and the waves were angry looking, topped with dirty white foam. The sand looked like it was covered in acne, dull brown and pock marked from the rain of the night. We [...]
There was a sign in the vet’s waiting room, the first thing I saw, there above the stand of expensive dog and cat food–$40 for a three kilo bag. The sign was in big red letters, suggesting certain danger if left unread. It was designed, I felt, to impress upon me, as if I didn’t already [...]
Rocky does not believe in the bogey man. He sees the world as a benign and in general, non -threatening place. A threatening world in which at every turn, the Stranger–or the Other–lies in waiting is a human world, and in the main, Rocky has resisted its attractions. This is despite the fact that there have been incidents in [...]
In public, when I want him to come to me, I always call Rocky by one or other version of his name– for instance, Rock or Rockstar or even Rockette. Rocky is by now well known in our neighborhood, especially on the stretch of the bay from Brighton to Albert Park, a distance of close to [...]
Daylight saving has ended and this morning, the day dawned grey, the sky and the water and even the sand suffused with autumn softness. Instead of heading straight for the beach, we walk down the moistened footpaths, the asphalt turned black by light rain, to the park. The rain of recent days has brought the [...]
My son and daughter suggested I had written a piece of fiction, after I posted Divine Light on April 3. Nicely done they said, but not true. Here is their truth. It is written by my son and my daughter is prepared to sign a statutory declaration to the effect that it is true in [...]
By the time we started out for the beach, the sun had risen. The familiar pre-dawn faces were nowhere to be seen. Instead , along the St Kilda beach board walk, the late sleepers had taken over. I judged them a little more flabby, perhaps a bit older, than my still-dark crowd, fewer of them [...]
The sunrise is soft, the clouds, wispy on the horizon, pink tinged, look slightly flushed as if they are blushing and ahead is an autumn day that in my experience, only Melbourne can promise. The water of the bay is mist covered, a light blanket of grey and pink, the air still March crisp from the [...]
Most late afternoons, when I am upstairs checking emails in the fashion of an addict, in the grip of impatience and anticipation, Rocky can be heard, within a few minutes of my ensconcement at the table, coming up the stairs to join me. Before we left him for three weeks in January when we were [...]
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