eglantine's cake:

Some nights fall: The chickens are fed, The kids are in bed, The dishes are done, But the words don’t come. Nothing at all. The shadowy hall...

In the fire scarred, mist softened hills we stop for hot milk and meat pies, shelter from rain. A man considers the rolls that remain, refle...

You wake crying in the early afternoon, In a sunlit room I lie down to feed you. Your eyes gaze into mine, Light enters and exits you, And w...

I said to my love who is living Dear we shall never be that verb Perched on the sole Arabian tree Ern Malley a figure the lost dark reels...

Hello? You okay? You gone go inna car? You gone go? You okay? yuh/yuh/yuh/ More? G'day. Hi. Yay. Hey. Heeey. Mumma. Dadda. You okay? Oka...

each night they sisters lie side by side on narrow beds squabble fret squirm protest finally one then the other submits two girls breathing ...

Baby in the high chair More? More? More? We give him more It ends up on the floor.