lennox be my lover today
What it's like missing a good day at Lennox
May 11
Nowadays every bloody car on the road is up your exhaust like male dogs testing each other for signs of Proestrus, never mind the scenery.
We travel through the landscape like a man stamping through an empty house of fragile windowed walls
Ben Buckler, the world's bumpiest wave. A condensed appraisal.
A big man, tanned and snowy haired, he has spent four days in solitary sport amongst the massive south swell that has swept up the coast
Years ago somebody put names to those two boulders that define the way out off the Mona Vale pool when the conditions are too big to contemplate paddling out from the beach.
Everyman should know what a brutal beating entails, if he's fortunate enough to remember the details.
That suave chap over there drinking a soy caff lat with skim - the one with an ear ring - he needs respect.
so we wandered away deeper into this city that william s burroughs loved so hard looking for any imprint kerouac made but beaches aren't solid on permanence are they.
The taking of drugs during the working day is completely unacceptable and is not condoned by the writer, except ..... /read on
The Hippy buses from Byron to Nimbin - an observation of the life within.
So hard to resist the welcome breath of a summer north-easter, and the allure of that bone white arc of Bondi.
catching waves, where does it feel best - in the remembering or in the telling
The Bankers, the Griffith businessmen, the fighter and his entourage all engage in the carnage of the closing scenes - there will be blood.