It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.

Physical Education”Make sense…

I work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can’t explain. Something worth more than money.

She taught me what’s important, and what isn’t. And I’ve never forgotten. And that’s what mothers do, I say.

I walked out of his room sure I’d said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I’d said the right thing, for once in my life.

My father said to remember your enemies as well as your friends, and don’t trust either of them.

I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it’s time to go.

He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.

He walks through the house of his past, hoping he’ll find the right door, hoping he’ll find the key.

As I stood on the lonely backroad, I’m sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing …

I’ve tried praying. It gives me comfort. But not as much as a cup of tea and a ginger nut biscuit.

I’m not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

Nobody in school is stronger than me. But when Sally Holmes kissed me, I never felt so weak in all my life.

today’s tan is tomorrow’s cancer”I walk outsideAnd whistle at the wind.

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

I tell him about … Jack and Annabel, smart and ready and I’m wondering where all that smart comes from and I figure some from parents, some from school, and some from a place inside...

Jack reads too many books. He thinks we’re going to drive all year and have great adventures.

and I’m thinking as our bodies meet that I’ll remember this forever, and i just hope it’s for all the right reasons.

I’m dreaming of a month of Sundays.

She didn’t have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.

So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.

Her body begs to be taken away and put into a warm bed with the sheets pulled high, even though nothing can help now.

Our great adventure ran out of petrol and stopped on this farm.

Men walk through tragedy, quietly, calm and precise on the outside, tearing themselves to shreds inside.

And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won’t sleep without one story, at least.

I’m glad she left me the kids. I’d be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I’m only bitter.

Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.

I’m drinking away the exam results that don’t take me anywhere.