The everyday Australian.

Just last night I dreamt of my deceased Grandma. We travelled across the parched land.

Sometimes we wonder why our writing doesn’t seem to have the spark we’re looking for. Is it because the words we choose are not original, that our writing is riddled with cliches?
Read the almost true real life conversation below. Is your writing like this conversation on a Melbourne tram – going nowhere.

One of the amazing tree all over the world.

A "whole language" poem.

Flying dreams form a great deal of my nighttimes’ wanderings. I even teach others how to fly in my dreams.

A short ,true story about a special day.

On my holiday in Sydney I came across a busker showing us his unique, funny, and entertaining styles of dancing.

A poem inspired by living and traveling in Australia.

A short poem describing the summer migration of kangaroos in a small Australian country town.