A Tooth Teaches
/She felt in miserable communion, then, with all of her patients afflicted by toothache. She understood why they knocked on her door at night or woke up the nurses.
Read MoreShe felt in miserable communion, then, with all of her patients afflicted by toothache. She understood why they knocked on her door at night or woke up the nurses.
Read MoreAfter ten days of phone calls not returned and emails unanswered, we realised that some of the people involved in letting the house might dislike gay people.
Read MoreThe damaged shopping trolley was full of the worldly possessions of the house-less person who had been sheltering there.
Read MoreUnable to sleep, I went outside, barefoot in the squelching, rain-saturated grass.
Read MoreIf you’ve been in a car with Aboriginal hunters, you’ll know the way they can see a snake or lizard, or something else good for cooking, on a stony gibber plain, perhaps two hundred metres from the road.
Read MoreWhat a mess you can get yourself into, stealing so that you can inject chemicals to feel like you got a hug. That’s about as lonely as it gets.
Read MoreI haven’t always found Customs Officers friendly. When I was a twenty-year-old kajal-eyed traveller from India, Australian Customs cut my soap open.
Read More‘I tried to imagine an easeful death, just stepping through a door, as they say.’
Read MoreRopehair began to dream of a garden. At night, when the stars were brilliant, I could feel her happiness as she imagined food growing from the red desert earth.
Read MoreIt's an intrusive presence in the desert, that hot star. Things are different in Europe, where the Sun gives people a chance to miss it during winter.
Read MoreMy friend sounded like some kind of bitter extremist. Even if I knew she was right, she was spoiling our fun.
Read MoreWe’d pull up in the middle of the road to talk to other people driving their cars around, in case something happened.
Read MoreI don't believe the plastic bags under the kitchen bench have consciousness. But I could believe it of the exquisite old wooden table on which I type.
Read MoreMy Aboriginal grandfather didn’t want to be buried in a graveyard with a headstone after he died. “Put me up in a tree,” he said, “Like the old people did.”
“They put dead bodies up in a tree?” I was incredulous.
'Couldn’t immigration make some allowance?’ asked my wife. ‘They really don’t care,’ said the officer, looking Claudia in the eye.
Read MoreIn his new reality in the hospital, he was being captured and taken away, tortured and traumatised, every night.
Read MoreShe was psychologically worn down, too -- expected to drink with guests, entertain them and be entertained by them. The bar staff helped by hiding the alcoholic drinks clients bought for her.
Read MoreThey are playing that slow-baked game called cricket — the pace of which accommodates inebriation and lethargy so well.
Read MoreIt’s a four-and-a-half star hotel, they say. Our room has a spa bath with 2 of the 4 jets working and it is only as loud as a lawnmower. The working jets are oddly placed. My ankles and knees are very relaxed.
Read MoreMany of my doctor colleagues work on one part of the body only and get to know that system or that set of organs very well. I used to wonder, as a student, how you could spend a career that way.
Read MoreSlot Canyon photograph in banner by Sebastian Boguszewicz
Creative Writing by Dr. Janelle Trees
I'm a doctor of Aboriginal descent living and travelling with my photographer wife, Claudia. I see myself as a bridge between 'races' and cultures, gay and straight, the child and the crone, arts and sciences. I am inspired by Nature, including humans in all our splendid individuality.
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