Ian CochraneJust a matter of timeI am in Adelaide, startled as the nurse draws the curtain behind me, the click of the rings on the rail loud in the quiet of the ward; the…Sep 20, 2023Sep 20, 2023
Ian CochraneThe Flower Girl and Lizard KingThere is a raspy laugh, parted purple lips, a toothy gap and a shining silver orb perched on a pierced tongue. “French? Me?” Eyes shine…Sep 20, 2023Sep 20, 2023
Ian CochraneWhere there be dragonsA courageous rooster crows in the sleepy Fijian village below. I clamber up concrete stairs by the dining room along a spur straddling huts…Sep 20, 2023Sep 20, 2023
Ian CochraneAt a Viking funeralI am 100km northeast of Melbourne. Boerne is 51 years old, handsome in a rugged sort of way, with olive skin, high cheekbones and black…Sep 20, 2023Sep 20, 2023
