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SNOWFALL: Terry Finch

It shouldn’t have been such a surprise – after all it’s deep winter and we’re in Europe. Okay, not the Alps but pretty close, we’re on the northern Italian coast and the locals tell us it’s rare for it to snow. Our bones told us otherwise and so did our eyes. The ice on the trail and the evidence of our warm breath in the freezing air. Our warm, waterproof gloves; the polo tech scarves; our bulky ‘doona’ jackets. The piercing through of our chests as we climbed the steep,… Read more SNOWFALL: Terry Finch

CAMEL IN THE DAM: Roger Garwood

“Hey, Boss, quick, we got camel in the dam!” “Tiger, don’t call me Boss.” “No, Boss.” It was difficult. I was a ‘whitefella’ managing a ‘blackfella’ community in the mid ‘90s. Reversing a 200 year old programme of brainwashing was an uphill battle. I was working for these people, they were my boss – spinifex people removed from Maralinga where atomic weapons were detonated between 1952 and 1963.  The community of Coonana is 200km east of the gold mining town of Kalgoorlie. Driving dangerously fast on the dusty track the trip… Read more CAMEL IN THE DAM: Roger Garwood


I talked to my dog when at home as there was no one else to talk to anyway.  “That’ll be for me Leo,” when the phone rang and it usually was. His friends didn’t phone anyway, they called in. He understood, he had me well organised, after all it had been nearly fifteen years and to a dog that’s a long time. The equivalent of about 90 human years and he realised he had to make concessions and indulge a younger bloke like me. People who say animals are dumb… Read more MEMORIES FROM AN OBEDIENT MASTER: Colin Nichol

THE TRIP: Danielle Haigh

Images of the crows persisted in Selena’s mind that long first day. Darting through her thoughts at odd moments, they gave her an air of distraction, which lingered to haunt her sleep in the stuffy motel. Black crows, feathers glistening in the haze rising from the bitumen, dined alfresco – their meal did not fight back. Cleaved in two, the ‘roo lay dead and bloody. Stark images bordered on one side by the endless grey road, on the other by the red earth.  Contrasting the carnage, sparse roadside bushes sheltered… Read more THE TRIP: Danielle Haigh


Once the sun goes down I like to hide underneath my house until dawn. This may seem rather strange but I’m fairly certain you’d have a few dark secrets of your own that people like me would find weird too; the difference is, I’m not afraid to share mine. What I am afraid of, however, is staying in my house once the sun’s gone down.  As far as I can remember, this nocturnal basement nesting started a few years ago, straight after I saw Bert Newton guest starring on Hey,… Read more THE KEY TO THE CELLAR: Gary McHugh