Tunnel City

I sat with my back to the girl in labour. Of course, at my age, anyone younger than twenty harvests is considered to be a girl. I could hear her screams, her panting. I could hear the midwife reassuring her, telling her to push. I could hear the girl cursing and swearing,

The Gift

There is no gift greater than a Mother’s love Place: Ingham, Queensland, Australia. Date: 7th March 1977 – my 8th Birthday. Being a sickly child, I’d been evacuated to the local hospital the day before. The hospital was on a hill, just above the predicted level of the flood that threatened our