“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.”
Che: He comes grocery shopping with me every fortnight. And I always take a photo of him in the empty carpark (because we get there early to avoid the onslaught of oldies on pension day).
Poet: It’s been a pretty awful week. I left her on the couch twice to go and make a cup of tea. I came back to find her like this. Oh. My. Heart.