best poem

January 1, 2010

Not wanting to make life easy I have signed up for NaBloPoMo yet again for the month of January. Hopefully this month will be better as I plan to have internet access for the whole time (unlike November) despite the fact that I will be moving around a lot, thanks to a lovely little USB modem device I now have.

The theme this month is “best” so I give you my best poem, written today. It is also my only poem. Enjoy.

pack pack pack pack pack

clean clean

pack pack drive

d’oh run back to house

drive music drive drive whinge eat toilet stop sausage rolls

drive sleep


hello hello unpack walk down hill beach sand surf photos hot chips rock pool ice cream

wine dinner bath story bed more dinner talk talk talk talk dishes talk

card game lights off bed

morning breakfast abc cartoons cereal board shorts buckets sunscreen hats walk down hill


rock pool swim walk chat cafe ice cream back up hill

showers and lunch talk talk dishes talk afternoon nap tea time back to beach

more wine dinner dinner talk talk talk dishes

drive shop shop shop presents turkey fruit cake baking trays presents ingredients wrap wrap Santa stockings


drive church singing gospel hymns drive drive champagne presents open wrapping on floor shrieks of delight photos

lunch eat eat eat eat talk talk drink wine fruit cake pudding brandy butter crackers silly hats laughter

dishes dishes talk dishes tea time beach walking rain talk wine music sparklers dancing night falls

morning breakfast drive drive hot dogs cinema popcorn

board shorts buckets sunscreen hats beach rock pool swim walk chat cafe ice cream

wine dinner bath dinner talk talk talk talk dishes

repeat repeat repeat repeat

pack pack pack pack clean clean clean clean clean

clean pack hot hot

drive music drive burgers chips drive drive drive

unpack unpack hot tired bath dinner bed



November 11, 2009

I was lucky enough to have lunch in Cabramatta today, this is the great thing about working in Liverpool, Sydney. It’s like having a mini overseas trip to Asia, complete with extremely hot weather and food of dubious hygiene. I don’t know why we spend so much time, money and carbon gases to go overseas when a trip here is just the same.

It’s a colourful, noisy, dirty place and what I like is just the complete unexpectedness of what one might find in the shops. The public toilets are well signposted and well barred complete with sharp disposal boxes and signs that say “injecting drugs is illegal”, pointing to a darker side of Cabramatta. There are many fruits I have not seen before or can’t recognise. White Anglo people are a minority and as a half-ethnic generic looking dark haired person I even feel strange starting conversations in English.

By the time I arrive I am starving and can’t decide where to eat. I choose a “combination” white fluffy bun thingy but soon wish I had opted for the BBQ pork variety. After discovering a boiled egg and an unidentified piece of entrail I feel less enthusiastic about the eating side of the adventure. There are the customary red BBQ duck carcasses hanging in windows, and ridiculously cheap butcher shops with huge slabs of meat.

Banks and real estate agents have signs written in Asian letters. There are many jewellery, clothing, shoe and fabric shops but I don’t have time to fossick around for long enough to choose clothes or shoes. I suspect there is gold to be found here. I could find a tailor and buy fabrics, I could stock up on baby clothes and fancy little girls dresses for presents.

I buy mango stin and lychee for husband who loves this stuff, chillis for me. Couples are everywhere, I see one Vietnamese couple carrying a crates of mangos and arguing, another giggling together infectiously. I see an elderly white gay couple and several white men with Asian wives.

I will have lunch here more often.

Finally online, as it’s only taken me 4 days to arrange internet access here. The white elephant has taken 3 weeks out of ordinary life, dragging husband and wonder-twins to the Outback, to work in mystery occupation. And has discovered that strangely enough, the desert is no place for toddlers. However there are many interesting and good things about Broken Hill.

1. Cheap childcare at the Musician’s Club. You can drop off any age children for up to 3 hours on a Saturday or Friday night for only $3. They will spend the time with a lovely maternal lady who gives hugs into the bargain and lets them play on some quite reasonable toys. This enables parents to enjoy meal, drinks and even entertainment. What a bargain, what a luxury. Last weekend we narrowly missed Karaoke by only 1/2 an hour, my only complaint about this wonderful arrangement.

2. The Desert. It’s quite difficult to describe how vast, hot and silent it really is, which leads to…

3. The Art. It’s quite easy to imagine why there is a veritable colony of artists who gather here to paint abovementioned desert. I truly love the artwork in Broken Hill and would love to spend a lot of time in galleries, toddlers permitting.

4. The Pool. Nice public pool includes baby pool with shade cloths. Not too overpopulated and there even seemed to be a bit of a breeze blowing through, which would be unlike any other part of the town.

5. Churches. Just about every denomination you could think of is represented here in a town of 16000 people. Not the place to send your missionaries, if you are reading this thinking of a possible destination for your church outreach programme, services here are quite enough, thank you very much.

 Sure there are some bad things, like the heat, isolation, drugs, incestuousness and violence. Which may prevent the white elephant from bringing her offspring here permanently. But not a bad place for a short-term stint in mystery occupation. More later.