Sunday, October 24, 2010

Mail Away

One of the reasons 
that I am only occasionally present 
here these days
is that I have been making mail...

mail art

which can be made from anything
lying about, junk, images, old papers
drawings, magazines, brochures, flyers
and plenty of glue...

 You can recycle envelopes
turn them inside out
draw, paint, snip and paste
add poems, clippings, quotes,
create in any way
that expresses your individuality...
you don't have to be an artist
just keen to make mail
and connect with others

I have invited a few friends
to join a 'closed' blog
where we share the mail received
and build friendships

If this idea of snail mail art appeals to you
and you have the time and inclination
to indulge your creativity in this fashion
email me

and I will give you further information
about the Mail Away project

Friday, October 8, 2010



Yoshida Toshi

In the pale moonlight

Hasui Kawase

the wisteria's scent


comes from far away


Haiku by Buson


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

A Pre-Sunset Stroll

A pre-sunset stroll
along the Noosa River foreshore

sees the seagulls lined up
to watch the late afternoon skies

too late Jonathon
full house...

left leg tree pose is mandatory

and the vaulted sky

blazes with cloud

as the sun prepares to sink

the dog whisperer
(he really is called that)
wends his way home

with his three charges

impatient now 
to disembark...

Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Holy Flute


The temple seashore
 incoming rollers
flow in time
to the holy flute



Monday, August 30, 2010

The Song Remains


The Song Remains...

Perching on a blooming branch of rose
The bird sang a melodious song

Spreading the cry of joy
Across the void of silence

The rose vanished,
Without leaving a trace
Of its colour,
Of its smell;

But when the bird vanished,
Its song remained.

The Song Remains
by Mahmud Kianush

Iranian Poet


Thursday, August 19, 2010



I was walking over the hill
this afternoon
and noticed this sign
at a block of holiday apartments

and sure enough
right out the front
I saw this...
I am pretty sure
I know who it is...
Do You?

Another friendly kookaburra

who laughs

just like this...

Happy Days


Wednesday, August 11, 2010

An Old Fisherman


An Old Fisherman

An old fisherman spent the night here
under the western cliff
He dipped up water from the pure Hsiang
and made a bamboo fire
And then, at sunrise, he went his way
through the cloven mist
With only the creak of his paddle left,
in the greenness of mountain and river
... I turn and see the waves moving as from heaven,
And clouds above the cliff coming idly, one by one

An Old Fisherman

by Liu Zongyuan,
Poet of the Tang Dynasty

Top Painting by Wu Zhen
Painter of the Yuan Dynasty

Bottom Painting by Wang Su
Happy Fisherman


Monday, August 2, 2010

Sydney for a Day

I went to Sydney today...
Got up at 3am
drove to Brisbane 1hr 45mins away
flew to Sydney
which took 1hr 20mins

Visited the US Consulate
for a multiple entry-long term visa
and had time to walk down Pitt Street
to the harbour
take a few pics on my iphone
before returning to the airport
delayed one hour because of high winds
flew to Brisbane
drove home to Noosa
~ What a long Day ~

But look at Circular Quay

the area of the Sydney Harbour

between the Sydney Harbour Bridge

and the Sydney Opera House
two stunning pieces 

of man made engineering
and architecture

we mingled with the tourists
walking the shoreline

near the very Bay
that Captain James Cook
stepped foot on 
way back in 1788
222 years ago

Cook sailed into Botany Bay
just south of Circular Quay
on the HMS Endeavour

The British planned 
a penal colony for Botany Bay
which in time became the first 
European habitation of Australia

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Sew and Sew

 Cleaning shelves
recently at my Mother's house
In New Zealand

 I found her Elna Sewing machine handbook

 Bought before I was born

 The sewing machine
produced most of the garments
we wore as children

until we learned to sew
and made our own

 The sewing machine could even embroider

 In a back pocket of the handbook
I found the original guarantee
from the Robertson reversible Sewing Machine Co

My mother's three girls
dressed in their beautiful dresses
But my favourite dress 
was a red spotted summer number
with matching red piping,
hence the caption on the postcard above


Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Evening Bell For Barry


Silent the old town
the scent of flowers
and evening bell


Barry Fraser
The Explorer

April 3 1943 - July 20 2010


Thursday, July 15, 2010

Red Pearls

Red Pearls

red pearls
on a vine
once treasures from
South America
now riches of glowing
fire engine red - bright orbs
beckoning to be gently plucked
their pungent aroma and sweet taste
bringing my father's garden back to life

An Etheree poem 
has 10 lines 
of 55 syllables
beginning with one syllable
and building with the addition 
of one syllable each line 
to a total of 10 syllables