Tag Archives: Australiana


In a Southern Garnet [FGC#3]

When the tall bandsmen are clicking to the restless little bricklayer, And batons begin their jetty skimming flipper, And the creamy scented blowpipes of the dartboard pittosporum tresses, Grow sweeter with the commencement of the nightlight. And the hare in … Continue reading


Golden Hour

By Laura Meyer A peachy haze filters through dusty Eucalypts. Their silvered bark glows with a lustre reserved only for that hour of the day where time itself seems suspended, along with the dust motes that hang in golden air. … Continue reading