Across the Darkness

By S.A. Fisher

ACROSS THE DARKNESS

When the stars exploded and
the splintered pieces of sunlight
hurtled across the darkness
it created the wonder of a miracle
and now
far away on the dot of blue earth
as it rotates around the hot red sun
spinning on its axis
a physics masterpiece
I hold my dearest child in the stillness of the night
and nurse her
against my warm skin. I look down
into her blue eyes and see
all the universe. She is the world
and all our hopes and dreams.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jun 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499003017

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Copyright © 2014 by S.A. Fisher. 618327

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Rev. date: 06/18/2014

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CONTENTS

CHILDHOOD SYDNEY 1972

ACROSS THE DARKNESS

PHILIPPINES

RITE OF PASSAGE

YOU SILLY, LITTLE MAN MR PYNE YOU NEED TO GIVE A GONSKI

DECEMBER

LOVE AND MAGIC IN THE WOODS

NAVIGATING 1966-2013

ODE TO GILLARD AND GERMAINE

DEAR MARGARET (AFTER READING SPOTTED HANDED VILLAINESS)

THE LETTER BY S.A. FISHER AFTER REFLECTING ON WILFRED OWEN’S POETRY.

MARIE COLVIN

PAPER TIGER DROWNING THE BRIGHT

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CHILDHOOD SYDNEY 1972

It is a steamy December morning

Humidity climbing

The long brown grass is being freshly mown

The fathers all wear their long white socks

carefully folded at the knees and their

crisp khaki shorts held up with belts

striding across the

quarter acre blocks allowing

the grass to flick wildy across the

stones as they burn their bald comb over heads under an Australian sky.

Mothers are baking and burning Sunday roasts wearing frilly aprons

spraying Mortein at the