Cath Crowley's Blog, page 5
August 16, 2012
August 10, 2012
It’s National Bookshop Day!
Head along to your local book...
It’s National Bookshop Day!
Head along to your local bookshop – fun times to be had at The Sun Bookshop in Yarraville. (I was there this morning, hanging out with the lovely crew.)
And at Dymocks Collins Street in the city, there’s a heap of things going on too.
July 27, 2012
books and birds and butterflies, music, old cars waiting ...
books and birds and butterflies, music, old cars waiting to be fixed, hoosie-watsits in the shed, and fat lights in the kitchen.
my brother’s house is a writing spell.
July 16, 2012
May 22, 2012
Love Notes From Vinegar House Book Launch
Come along to the launch of this beautiful book on May 26, 3.30pm at Little Bookroom, Carlton North
Karen Tayleur is one of my favourite authors.
May 13, 2012
May 7, 2012
A very interesting person left this in the comments on my...
A very interesting person left this in the comments on my site – and I like it very much so I’m posting.
Art! Art!
If you have the guts…
Thanks Mai. There’s something in there for us all.
May 4, 2012
feet first into the night forest of you
they click and to...
they click and touch and lean and shove. sometimes, one lying next to one, they just disappear. want next to chocolate is nothing like want next to him. want next to kiss is a whole different thing. kiss and touch and slide are nothing like the skin slide that happens on the bad days. sliding skin when I think of you is something different again. tomorrow next to night and forest near heart. beating next to ache, next to night, next to need might have something to do with beating next to fist but I hope it doesn’t. face next to fist, fist next to heart, finger and skin, finger on nose, sky next to eyes and sky next to breath, that’s a whole different thing again. night heart, night feet, night howl, night nearly, night nearly over, over the night forest of you, lost in the night forest of your feet, feet first into the night forest of you.
May 3, 2012
“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell l...
“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
Margaret Atwood.
