barefoot

Posted on December 21, 2009 by riverwriter

In the negative light of winter, when we walk on white
and look at black, I like to remember cool grass
kissing my bare feet, warm sand hugging my toes,
a light breeze luffing my shirt, the comfort of shadow,
the gold delight of sun. When the tiny winter sun
hoards heat like a parking lot lamp, I like to remember
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the banker’s son

Posted on December 20, 2009 by riverwriter

Suddenly I was confronted by a fist of guys:
the leader was maybe fourteen: five years
older than I was. He told me I had punched his
little brother. I told him I never did: didn’t even
know his brother. He punched me in the gut.
For months, he and his gang trained me in the
art of quick starts and sudden foxy escapes
through the bush around the path on the way
to school. They were like flies around my life:
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Review: A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Posted on December 20, 2009 by riverwriter

Peter Hinton is onto something: with a single bold stroke, he has lifted the NAC English Theatre from its previous status as a roadhouse that exhibited and dabbled in theatre productions by the grace of itinerant mercenaries and long-suffering local professional actors and theatre techies to a new stature as sustainer and developer of actors by virtue of his establishment of The Fortieth Anniversary English Theatre Acting Company, members of which performed the current production. The company’s first venture, a presentation of Dickens’ own script for A Christmas Carol, I saw last evening in a full house that gave it an enthusiastic standing ovation.

Hinton took the unusual step of introducing Continue reading →

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