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THE FORGE All I know is a door into the dark. Outside, old axles and iron hoops rusting; Inside, the hammered anvil’s short-pitched ring, The unpredictable fantail of sparks Or hiss when a new shoe toughens in water. The anvil … read more…

My father James Esplin came to Australia alone as a very very young boy – not even into his teens. He told me stories of sailing around the ‘Horn and the terrifying size of the waves at what seemed to … read more…