"The gusts and gales imprint themselves on one’s memory; as with those trees you might see in exposed spots, that bend or lean or bear a hunchback, our experiences in different locations are pruned and shaped by winds. Even the gentle breezes bring reminiscences."

In Tasmania we've had some windy weather. From my train carriage in the bush I watch the birds and trees wrestle with the gusts that blow through from south and west. It prompts thoughts about memory, connection, and climate.

In a Train Carriage, Going Nowhere (26: Wind)

Welcome to Launcestoniana! 

For this pilot episode we have a story by Bert Spinks, comedic musings from Andy Collings, reflections by Kiran Alderson, a poem by Angus King and Emily Sanzaro’s original song.

"Even the crossing lights lack a heartbeat here
And I ponder
If I were to linger for too long
Would the city attempt
To swallow me whole"

Episode 1 - Welcome to Launcestoniana

We're back with a second installment! 

Episode 2 features poetry from Brielle Quigley, Angus King and Lucienta Wren-Reid, plus musings from Ingrid Reynolds and Kiran Alderson.

"Do you remember when we kissed 
On that ugly street corner at 2AM
And it wasn't the right timing then
So we drank 
Until our eyes twisted
The town clock's arms 
Into submission"

Launcestoniana - Episode 2

I'm a storyteller, writer and bushwalking guide from Tasmania.

In a Train Carriage, Going Nowhere (26: Wind)

Bert Spinks

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