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I remember when I was fifteen I was given a mangled Hustler magazine in which all the women’s breasts were the size of watermelons. So I took it home and stashed it. I had heard…

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The crooked rocks, waves lapping my legs Must be Mornington, feels like the beach you popped in to say ‘hi’, your echo drew me here To await the ferry which will cast me out Forget…

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I have an appointment with the computer. Every night nearly. It is waiting. My chair. A one man seat. My accustomed place that allows me to view everything that I feel needs viewing. Once again…

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In the chilly hours and minutes Of uncertainty, I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind. To feel you all around me, And to take your hand, along the sand. Ah,…

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When we were away on holidays at my Nan’s place in Laurieton – 5 hours north of Sydney, my father had his sights set on trekking down North Brother Mountain (image inset). He’d planned it…

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Our family always tried to achieve middle-class respectability, and never quite got there. The kids at my school had made up their minds. I was the Trax boy; the school kid who wore the cheapest…

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A school-friend kindly sent me a telegram after I won at the Australian Schools Athletic championships, admitting I was good enough despite wearing cheap sneakers called ‘Trax’. I still have the results of the event which show my Australian record…