He walks through the house of his past, hoping he'll find the right door, hoping he'll find the key.
As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...
I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.
Her body begs to be taken away and put into a warm bed with the sheets pulled high, even though nothing can help now.
Jack reads too many books. He thinks we're going to drive all year and have great adventures.
I'm drinking away the exam results that don't take me anywhere.
I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.
She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.
She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.
People say the beach is the great equaliserWho are they kidding?Sit at Bondi and watch the boys flexAnd the girls walk bolt uprightIt looks like a nightmare episode of Baywatch.The true equaliser is t...
He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.
I walked out of his room sure I'd said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I'd said the right thing, for once in my life.
Bloody rain” says Mr ChiversBouncing a basketballOn the one dry patch of courtbloody rain” he nods to our Sports classAnd gives us the afternoon off.Bloody rain all rightAs Annabel and I run to Megalo...
I've tried praying. It gives me comfort. But not as much as a cup of tea and a ginger nut biscuit.
Men walk through tragedy, quietly, calm and precise on the outside, tearing themselves to shreds inside.
I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.
It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.
I tell him about ... Jack and Annabel, smart and ready and I'm wondering where all that smart comes from and I figure some from parents, some from school, and some from a place inside you.
Nobody in school is stronger than me. But when Sally Holmes kissed me, I never felt so weak in all my life.
Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.
