Bert Spinks is a writer, poet, storyteller and bushwalking guide from Tasmania. His work spans a variety of genres, looking at history, geography, travel, politics, culture, beer, and Aussie Rules football.
To find out more about Bert, and to follow him you can go to Bert’s website where there is a stack load of information, and a load of links to thinks he has done is doing and has been a part of.
One thing Bert has something of a reputation for is his prowess at the art of performing and reading a story.
Bert features in our second collection, and we’ve asked him to fire us something over that we can put on our website before we start working to get the funds together to get our third collection out… which is imminent! Details of editors invited writers, and selected writers to follow… then the big job, Crowdfunding!
Here’s what he fired us – have a listen
Thank you Bert… stay tuned.
I believed that living in despair was very elegant. I believed it for the entire two years I spent in Paris, and in fact have believed it nearly all my life.
Inside The Mountain. The old house is more neglected than I’d imagined, veranda hanging off the front, stairs
He left the room and the gallery phase-shifted into a coloured blur. He couldn’t find Fiona. Time slowed down and rushed past him as he looked around the vast gallery space, trying to spot her, until at last he decided to look outside and the rain began. Disparate thick drops at first, the earthy petrichor making his nose twitch, and then a heavy downpour that stung his face and brought his hair down like a curtain falling at the end of a play. Steam rose from the road in the rain’s aftermath, its ghostly vapours following him home.
From that day Lieutenant Mabruki conceived a violent hatred of all senior officers, especially colonels. His moods became fretful, acidic, strained, and for the first time, were marked by displays of sly insubordination and irreverence, of that acute, devastating cynicism which later was famously to coalesce at his own show-trial in the inspired remark: “Your honour, a coup is lawful as it succeeds. I am guilty merely of failure. I declare this trial null, void, invalid, iniquitous, unjust, damnable, reprobate, inane, empty of meaning and effect for all time”.
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