Downhill

Tues­day I wanted to write a thrilled post about the amaz­ing poetry I’d seen at the Spin­ning Room, both Ian MacBry­de’s and the Big Voice Chorus people doing gor­geous poems about Mel­bourne at 4am (another of Ian’s) and Steve Smart’s ode to this city.

I was thrilled about my plans to see Brandon, too. I was too tired to write it and planned to do that next day.

Next day, though, I got a mes­sage from Mum that Grandpa had moved to the pal­li­at­ive care ward at Green­wich Hos­pital and that it was a good thing I was coming to Sydney. I spoke to Brandon on the phone, a long con­ver­sa­tion that was com­fort­ing and won­der­ful, although I am exhausted now. Dead­line day today.