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Signs. Tasman Highway, just off the Tasman Bridge. November 2012. Sunday Stealing and we're still trying to figure out who I am with the series Who Are you? Part 3 & 4 – Is it over yet? 34. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? Being born seems important. 35. What do you consider your greatest achievement? Not murdering anybody. 36. What is your greatest regret? Not murdering anybody. Not backing myself earlier. 37. What is the most evil thing you have ever done? I've not done anything even remotely 'evil'. 38. When was the time you were the most frightened? When I found out that I was to be somebody's father. 39. What is your best memory? Anything involving sunshine and bare breasts is good. 40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic? I'm a rather confusing mix of the two, but with pessimistic leanings. 41. What is your greatest fear? Mutant armour-piercing snakes with short fuses and no time ...

Cracks in the road. Wellington Road, Lindisfarne. April 2012. This poem by James Wright really is one of my all-time favourites. I've waxed lyrical about this poem to quite a few people over the years, and more than a handful struggle to believe that the image of a frog destroyed by a car could ever be interpreted romantically. I assert that it is! [SPOILER ALERT] This is a poem about risk . Sometimes, just sometimes, the risk is worth it. Small Frogs Killed On The Highway , James Wright Still, I would leap too Into the light, If I had the chance. It is everything, the wet green stalk of the field On the other side of the road. They crouch there, too, faltering in terror And take strange wing. Many Of the dead never moved, but many Of the dead are alive forever in the split second Auto headlights more sudden Than their drivers know. The drivers burrow backward into dank pools Where nothing begets Nothing. Across the road, tadpoles are dancing On the quarter...