Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
The sea must have orange bones
I have white - as far as I know
A sand-coloured tail wags all the way out
dog-paddling to its toy
Brings it back to the sand;
looks up to see what it says
The sand, like tweed,
like apricot cereal, says sand.