There’s an amazing woman out there walking around Australia, raising awareness of mental illness and raising $50,000 for The Black Dog Institute. On the walk she stayed a while with my big sister Wendy in Kununurra in the far north of WA. Whilst there she happened upon the poem below that was in my first collection Its your dad that she found in Wendy’s bookshelf. I also met her back in August en-route just north of Halls Creek, it was late morning and already over 30 degrees. She’s tough!

Tracey is on Facebook as onewomanwandering and her website and fundraising page is here.

 

 

BLACK DOG

 

Shooed outside because she smells

black dog, head bowed, tail down,

forlorn, she flumps down onto the deck

head resting on crossed paws.

 

I know how little it would take

the shake of the feeding bowl

the merest mention of a w – a – l – k

a whistle, a scratch behind the ear

and the dogs day would be transformed.

 

Why can’t I be so shallow, so easily turned

from despair to delirium.

Why can’t my black dog learn

from my black dog.

 

 

artwork by www.jmhenderson.nz

 

Pete Carter is all over the place. He writes and takes photographs and runs an art rental business. He lives in Eastbourne in New Zealand with a wife (an artist) and two dogs, they have two grown up children, one lives in Bristol and the other in Sydney. Two books of poetry and prose are out and he has written a children's book by mistake that will be published in February 2017. This book as illustrated by his nephew. There is also a novel that rightly has not yet seen the light of day. He has had magazine articles published and poetry in anthologies. As a photographer he has had two solo exhibitions and work included in group exhibitions in NZ and overseas and has sold his work to corporate clients.

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