Broken Hill | Strawberries in the Desert

Baby Face Blues

There were two of them; boys separated from their mothers, or maybe lost from a wandering school party. Their faces had the soft, unblemished skin of babies and they wore … Continue reading →

September 12, 2013 · 3 Comments

Fools rush in

Move him into the sun — Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown… I sat in the sun to drink my tea this morning, listening … Continue reading →

August 29, 2013 · 11 Comments

Picture of Happiness

It rained in Broken Hill yesterday, an English rain of low cloud, persistent drizzle and occasional heavy downpours. Wet leaves floated past, collecting in soggy piles and clogging the drains. … Continue reading →

May 24, 2013 · 12 Comments

Many Happy Returns

It can’t be done, they said. It will never work. It was a chilly six degrees in Broken Hill this morning, and that was on the ground. Up in the … Continue reading →

May 17, 2013 · Leave a comment

Shoelaces and supermarkets

There was a piece on the 7.30 report last night about a ‘perfect storm’ facing beef producers in Roma. Until yesterday I didn’t know where Roma was, now I’m looking … Continue reading →

May 10, 2013 · 4 Comments

Transplanting trees

I moved two fruit trees last year. An old shack on the corner of Zebina and Wyman was being knocked down to make way for three new houses and the … Continue reading →

May 2, 2013 · 4 Comments