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One Last Sad Story

I know I write sad stories a lot of the time. But they’re the ones that linger.

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The old man, the boy and the big river.

The old man and the boy were sitting by the big river.

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Early on Cold Saturday Mornings

Sometimes early on cold Saturday mornings, you’d go fishing just for something to do.

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Lightly to the East

Lightly to the East rise the gentler slopes of the valley. Two hills forming a blockade to the Murray’s entrance.

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Swim Deep Only in Waters You Know

When doctors look in my ears, they tell me I’ve spent a lot of life in water.

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Alf’s Another Story

I never knew our Uncle Alf. I only knew of him as Dad’s Dead Uncle laying up out at the cemetery.

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Circling the Neighbours

I started life in a 2-bedroom fibro house with a groovy flat roof in a circle of unusual neighbours.

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Yarns

I don't know where she got it from but my Nan was a good yarner. Must have been her good bush breeding.

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Prologue to: The Man

The place: a deserted all night drinking hole. Explicit language warning.

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There Was a Time

..some of us remember and others need to know about, when AIDS wards in hospitals were waiting rooms for dying.

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My Man and Me

My man and me, we travelled a lot, we got around. The first time I met him I knew I was in for something big.

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Rodney

A tribute to my departed friend, Rodney Junga-Williams.

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The Boy at My Side

I was young. My only memory of age is waiting the next morning in the driveway of a neighbour's house.

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I Will Play the Guitar, Alright?

Matthew is my friend. Matthew lives with Tim. Matthew and Tim have a lovely house.

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Lucy remembered

Lucy came last night. She came to see me for the last time.

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Nan&Janine

My Nan Needs a New Dress

My Nan needs a new dress. She's going to lunch with the Queen.

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Everything’s All Right

It's been three weeks now since I last saw Nancy.