It’s only been 8 years for fucks sake

I have no real idea why year after year I’ve kept this blog alive, dutifully paying my hosting fees monthly to keep what is essentially a dead archive. It could be seen as a journal of defeat – I completely understand that. I prefer to see it as a triumph of will, survival and most of all a strangely poetic kind of justice.
While I never returned to the States to live I have visited frequently and my Reason and I lived it up and have seen and stayed in many parts of the country.
My lower case reason have become upper case Reason and are holding their own. Baxter is finishing at Tacoma School of the Arts this year and will end up studying music at a college like Berklee in Boston he’s already an accomplished songwriter and singer. His Grandfather would have been overjoyed his as his Father is. David is studying at SAMI The Science and Math Institute and has his heart set on Veterinary Science or Zookeeping. Cartoonist Gary Larsen ( of The Wild Side fame) worked at Point Defiance Zoo where David spends much of his time -so goodness knows where that will end up. What is certain is that his math smarts combined with his extraordinary gentle and kind nature will bode him well wherever he goes.
I have worked selling solarPV for the past Six years. A career that has allowed me to travel extensively with my faithful companion and best bud Ellie but has also enabled me to afford excellent vacations with my Reason.
To top it off last year I bought my retirement home in the Rainforest of Tropical Far North Queensland. I visited Kuranda when I was 21 and it was a small hippy market town – in truth it is not far removed from that today. It is so gorgeous and lush when I wake up and look down the length of my property listening to the creek bubbling and the ever present sounds of nature beside my home I have to remind myself I’m not dreaming. When I first came to Kuranda I was working as an actor and stayed with two teachers in the rainforest – I remember turning to my acting partner,Dave, who also stayed there,to tell him that my ideal was to live in Kuranda in European Winter (Australian summer) – and live in Europe in the European Summer. Well mate, it’s only taken thirty odd years but I’m half way there!
So I’ll make my final farewell by sharing some of our vacation shots and some photos of Wallaby Close – my home in the forest.
I’ll be turning it into an air-bnb in the near future as I do love company. Come and join me. The pool or creek is always inviting. There’s always steak and prawns on the barbie and plenty of all sorts of things to transport the mind and body.


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I think I want to live on a boat for a while. Find my independence, you know how it is…
At least there’s signs of hope and I’m pretty good with that. At least where I am the water is warm and the ocean azure blue. And every day I can hit a decent beach. Could be worse.

Today is my youngest’s birthday. He’s seven. So hard to believe huh? I’ll miss being with him in person but skypes a treat and I’ll be back to see my boys in December… maybe they’ll visit here …maybe I’ll visit them … maybe we’ll go to Disneyland, what the hey?

So here’s two songs. One for a close friend and one for my boy, my Reason.

For my erstwhile friend who’s finding her sea legs again.

A friend of mine recently posted a Hunters and Collectors song on her FB page and reminded me how much I love them.

That raw stamping bass and rough-edged sound still makes me wanna dance and scream along with them. Quintessential Aussie. They’re kinda angry in-love guys. With break-my-heart/angry lyrics. No idea why they might appeal to me.
So here it is. A bit of love, a bit of anger, a bit of get-on-with-it.

Dog – Hunters and Collectors

Learned how to bark and I learned how to bite
When you start bleeding you talk all night, yeah…
Here’s the place where the scent got lost

Your name is Hazel, the hammer and tongs girl
You’ve got fingers like ginger-roots
Now it’s, it’s all comin’ out into the open
And I’m lickin’ your hand all over
It’s all comin’ out into the open
And I’m lickin’ your hand all over
Here’s love and the world well lost
Here’s love and the world well lost, yeah
It’s all comin’ out into the open
Lickin’ your hand all over
Lickin’ your hand all over

Fuck it …and one for me

Love and anger and yearning. Lulling then driving. Peace then tempest. Play it loud.

More Hunnas – This morning.

For my Reason

Nothing but love.

A song needing no introduction – A Song for Sleeping – Stone Temple Pilots

…You’re more than beautiful
And you’re my son
I don’t deserve this
I never thought it could be
Quite like the moment
When you first smiled at me
A toothless, wonderful feeling
Like I’d never seen…


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June 8

Another year older another year wiser. I’m like clockwork huh? Set to WA time this year (its 12:28am here)
Have a wonderful day and year.

Where on earth do I find such genius I hear you ask ….

I have my sources.

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How can nobody know?


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Poem 2009ish

I wrote this some time ago . Its time to put it out there.


For some time now I’ve been unable to find rest,
your breve breath interrupted
by my startling mid-night risings.
Calming your abrupt awakenings as I might our precious children’s
I say everything will be alright,
And as you sleep
I watch your gentle features through the night.

Our fifty yard dash morning finds you clipping
in your heels.
A brew gripped in one hand
and a camel in the other.
I demand a perfunctory kiss.
As we race to say goodbye.

Too soon for one
not soon enough for the other.

Your crazy hair
(that cant make up its mind what color it should be)
streams out the window of your squareback
as you fly past me,
a smudge on the windscreen
in the never-changing landscape.

I wend my way back home alone
and leave the door ajar –
We never know when it chooses to open.
Desperate to hold remembrances of how once I knew you
Laughing eyes and beaming face to greet me.
Your bright body yielding then enfolding;
Wrapping yourself around my size.

No sleepless nights then.
No wondering if it would be
the last time
I would ever see your face.

Simon’s Valentines Egg

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