take me back
.. to byron bay.
Posts from the ‘Byron bay’ Category
Sep 15
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two dooleys
Anyone who has been surfing long enough has a collection of boards stashed somewhere
cliffy’s dogs and family business.
Such a pretty girl, flashes of underside colour like a dancers' petticoats when she flies overhead
franks’ troubles, the byron pests.
Surprise surprise Frank, they said, look at what we found.
the bolt chewer
Lismore is a little to the west of Byron Bay - that place on the coast where everybody wears towels
the surfing literature panel. byron bay.
- and Shearer just whickered away at his dagger blade up the back by the door. Stone on steel.
how to know when you’re too old to go
Sammy is the one lying awake and listening to the rumble. Sammy is having doubts.
byron bay cops and long memories
Big fellow Ben - carries an ugly snake bite scar on his face.
nat young – my part in his downfall
Nat had a funny way of introducing himself to you when he dropped in - sometimes he would slice around into a full-blooded cutback and say hullo to your head with his elbow.
main beach byron bay, reading waves and oral sex.
Nobody else can catch him. They're just milling around out there getting closed out and whumped as he streaks out of the pack again.
postcard from suffolk park
Two women lying face to face by the low dune, talking. Miranda Kerr with her back to me and a dusky Nefertiti topless. Just a glance.
I don’t come from there anymore
Scoresby has a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and how these do they beam a steadfast and penetrating gaze on me as I fidget with a notebook and pencil.
