Where the Line Breaks

Where the Line Breaks Radio Interview – ABC Radio

Back in April 2021 I was lucky enough to chat to Roanna Edwards on the Saturday Breakfast Radio Show at ABC Radio in Perth all about my novel Where the Line Breaks. For some reason I never wrote about it or shared the link to listen, although my family insists I sounded alright despite the… Continue reading Where the Line Breaks Radio Interview – ABC Radio

Books, Where the Line Breaks

Letters from the Writing Trenches: The Western Front

Anzac Day Ceremony at Polygon Wood, 2013 April is a very special month to be published in, because not only does my book feature the exploits of the original Anzacs themselves, those brave men who left Australia and New Zealand to fight on the beaches at Gallipoli and on into the Eastern and Western Fronts… Continue reading Letters from the Writing Trenches: The Western Front


Anzac Day 2020

With Anzac Day services a little different this year (instead of heading to the Australian War Memorial in Hyde Park corner by night bus at three in the morning for the dawn ceremony, we woke up and listened to the Last Post in our lounge room while urban foxes walked down the empty street in… Continue reading Anzac Day 2020


I Tell Myself

Every day I must I tell myself. Write and whether it's the hell of holes or the height of sophistication I will honour my family debt. Turn my thoughts to desert life and make believe dogs or war dogs coming out with gross approximations of the real stuff. Punktual as opposed to spunktual or should that… Continue reading I Tell Myself


Digger VE/6136

Digger VE/6136 ‘E’s an ‘andsome bloke, is ol’ mate Luke, wiv ‘is peelin’ sunburnt nose, ‘e’s six-foot-two, frum Humpty Doo, an’ farmin’s all ‘e knows– but when the call fer arms went round, the cobber showed ‘is colours, an’ now ‘e’s ‘ere on forrin ground, wiv ‘is fellow bushwhacked brothers. ‘E’s ‘andy with a bayonet,… Continue reading Digger VE/6136


The Digger (Apologies to Rupert Brooke)

The Digger (Apologies to Rupert Brooke) If I should cark it, think only this of me That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is terra Australis. There shall be In that red earth a mate of yours concealed; A bloke Australia bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her sand to scorch, her bush… Continue reading The Digger (Apologies to Rupert Brooke)