My arms ache and my heart. Still I sit and make coffee for three
Still
Author: Pam Swanborough
writing and other occupations
At Ballarat Station
We are waiting for the 11:15, I am travelling alone. Asian tourists, serene girls, with somnolent boyfriends like wisps of rice straw in their wake, drift through the concourse - pale leaves on dark water, catching against benches and pillars, throwing up beachheads of bags and flowers. Whispering deros, winos and assorted night people hug… Continue reading At Ballarat Station
Time Travelling: A How-To Guide
Profile of Michael Vale, Artist. A straw-thin, straw-pale young man, with red-gold quiff and trim goatee, steers his shy pretty dark-haired companion around the Gothic Beauty exhibition in Bendigo Art Gallery and directly to the exhibits on the rear wall. He leans in towards her, drawing them both closer to a large, remarkable oil painting.… Continue reading Time Travelling: A How-To Guide
The Good Mother
She barely remembered the coupling, had no reason to associate it with what was happening now ...
P A Swanborough 
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