It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive, they say. But I'm still looking for the bloody station.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Menage a trois
The humping dolphins of Sunny Cove. There's also a bronze at the beach entrance of a chap in "trunks" dragging a girl in a two-piece to her feet, presumably to go watch the dolphins at it. I couldn't bring myself to post a snap of this work, titled (gaah) Frolic.
Primarily a poet, published here and there. Two books (The Charlie Manson False Bay Talking Rock Blues and other Poems, Bateleur Press, A Book of Lives, Protea 2007). A very bored journalist trying to escape into screenwriting. Fond of ranting and romance, science fiction and fact, hazy grasp of contemporary realities. Strong interest in talented daughter and scary but wonderful grandchildren.
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