Wrapped in the winged arms of my Papa’s chair. Solid eggs. Cooling. The morning gum, and its refracted light, hold … More
Author: Caroline Lambert
Just think we can do better and committed to working with others to do that. Feminist with love and pride. Dancer. Chocolate Fiend. L-plate writer of non-fiction and poetry. Grower of irises, citrus and one day maybe the peonies will bloom. Not so subtle ambitions at the Royal Show.
Noon-time dishes
One moment, the brain and body drifting gently in that soft connection-disconnection of the noon-time dishes. The next, cellular grief, … More
Soul-love-story-form
Surrender of sleep [to the never-never, keeping company with the starlight hours]. Surrender of soul [to the every expanding universe, … More
Jacaranda Cathedrals
The masters of bygone devotions have nothing on the suburban spectacular of the Jacaranda Cathedral. As the summer begins, straightened … More
Sentinel Cyprus
The storm has strewn foam moats on the beach, casting strange new cartographies on an already contested land. Where … More
River Red Gums
Not so far from home are big, glorious River Red Gum trees. They have among their number gracious old giants … More
On coming home
I came home today after being away. It was just a short trip, but nonetheless, it got me thinking about … More
Garden Fork
It’s the placement of the garden fork that undoes me. As I stand, paralysed by the fear of stunting the … More
Hope
At the start of the year, I was having a flirtation with cynicism. At both a personal and global level, … More
Invasion Row
The other day, I started my day in Sydney. I went for an early morning walk, down to the harbour, … More
Stardust Becoming 
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