Six Crooked Highways

My blog title is borrowed from Bob Dylan’s ‘Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall’. It represents my meandering amidst the peaks and the swamps of various forms of short story, flash fiction, poetry, and non-fiction from the lunatic to the lucid, plus the occasional rant.

I’m a living Old White Man who used to have some status in some minor ponds in the not-for-profit ‘industry’ in Australia before I retired. Now I’m more likely to get excited by my tomato crop than the never-ending plights of others but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. It often means I say things that other people don’t like and let the consequences take care of themselves, which is one of the most valuable privileges of age.

I know many younger people believe my generation has sold their environmental, social and occupational birthrights down the river. Whether that’s true or not, I don’t intend to lose any sleep over it. What I will do, if you’re prepared to come along for the ride, is tell you about people and places unknown, make you laugh or cry or groan and occasionally make you shake your electronic fist at me.

Take my words for it.

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