Category Poems & Short Stories

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Piano Capital – Barbara Eather

According to folklore, there’s two eras in this town: Before Tracy and After. A simplistic assessment—just ask the Larrakia People—but it’s still an accepted ‘fact’. Merry Christmas, 1974. Take that up your clacker, Darwin. Plenty has been said about that mean little system—that bitch Tracy who almost wiped this northern capital off the map.

You can never understand me – Nean Curry

You can never understand me You don’t understand me, I could tell you a million times About Cyclone Tracy Christmas Eve 74, But you were not there… If you look at Darwin that morning, The debris is all that is in me, It is me. And I have been trying […]