Brett Foster

When you walk the beach alone
I am the one
who follows your footprints
in the sand
picking up grainy thoughts
for my collection.

An Extract from the diary of Walter Natural.

The Chronicles of Australis, Chapter One – Melancholy Isle.

The first sign of light was from minuscule filament wires within the globes that lined the walls, little orange worms of electricity, spaced twenty feet apart and defining a dark rectangular ro…

When you get to my age, I think, you begin to realise that no matter how fast you run or what you achieve, the most precious thing you have is the moment.

I LEAVE BEHIND ME THOSE I LOVE.
Those I love, she thought. The horizontal section of the cross recalled to her though the years and she looked at it again. Memory came flooding in.

an extract from
The Chronicles of Australis, Chapter Two – Jack’s Back.

It was a cold, wet August night in Melbourne and the streets of East Brunswick were not surprisingly deserted, ev…