At its best, poetry is the music of the soul, singing the songlines of our life’s trajectory and articulating its yearnings

The weather in Santa Barbara is sunny and warm, and I have written my 1000 words for the day. I am sitting on the sun lounge beneath the...

We sat drinking tea on the sandstone terrace of a property just outside Berrima in the southern Highlands south of Sydney. It was one of...

This morning I wandered by the ocean, marveling at the beauty of stone and shell, seaweed and sand. I found a pebble which seemed to be...