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Connecting Dots
*** (a poem) *** white finger tips press over bumps smears orange dust on Forgotten Road red circles are Family Camps in Nature they move on together Black History gone …
Five Fingers
Nestled in Wanaruah country lies a town, dotted with quaint tea shops in heritage listed buildings, threaded together by a brook that occasionally babbles too high. Feel the energy, dark …
Why am I the history teacher who doesn’t attend an ANZAC Day service?
History is full of many perspectives. I acknowledge, thank and honour the individuals who lost, risked and fought for their lives for Australia, the place where I was born and …
Payback
I’m at a bus stop, fooling myself that the tin shed is sufficient protection from the heat. As I lift my bum from the metal bench to allow for a …
The Literary Gangster 