Linda Godfey



Ithaca

Wet weather triggers a flush of fruit, those little vats of flavour. Let’s make some preserves he says you collect the pomegranates I’ll get the jars. I pare the skins, expose the arils, but he’s gone. I climb half an …

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Recording not Thinking in Melbourne

The man wearing a pink plastic nose held on by his glasses is carrying an Adelaide Writers' Festival bag. Once off the tram he lights a cigarette, cupping the nose against the wind. 'During the night, there was a TV …

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