Intuitive in the mode of passion
The Blog of Dr. Janelle Trees
The pounding of the waves on the rocks below, so soothing to my ears, must have become horrible to some of the men imprisoned there.
‘Great clouds of yellow pollen moved through the air like huge, transparent fish. The chairs and tables on the terrace were covered in layers of the sweet-smelling gold powder.’
I haven’t always found Customs Officers friendly. When I was a twenty-year-old kajal-eyed traveller from India, Australian Customs cut my soap open.
‘I tried to imagine an easeful death, just stepping through a door, as they say.’
There has been a death in the family. There will be no blog post this fortnight. I'll write again as usual on or before May 19. Claudia and I are grieving and okay. Thanks for being there.
Ropehair began to dream of a garden. At night, when the stars were brilliant, I could feel her happiness as she imagined food growing from the red desert earth.
It's an intrusive presence in the desert, that hot star. Things are different in Europe, where the Sun gives people a chance to miss it during winter.
For a moment I thought, ‘My heart’s gonna stop.’ It was a single shark, a lone swimmer.
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Banner photo of Uluru sunset by Grant McIver
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