Originally posted on Glow Worm:
It’s cool in Katoomba It’s four hours since we arrived and I still haven’t landed.  It’s cool in Katoomba and the sun shines around a mobile of cloud and kites of rainbows and the rain is another shape of feelings. We become tangled in knots of sheets like the unresolved talks in our minds, but a long bath from eucalypt heated water and deep warm sleep restores our balances. We work together making frames, it works us working, then we walk again in clouds beneath a sandstone bluff along the top of its tallus slope, where… Continue reading Tuesday Poem: ‘It’s cool in Katoomba’ by Piet Nieuwland

The wail of ship’s horns cleave the morning air evoking ghosts of freckle-faced boys bobbing on rafts while their mamma’s float magnolia blossoms in bowls of cerulean blue. Visions of another time, yet not. Continue reading One May Morning