A café opens each morning on Bingil Bay Road. The Coral Sea in front, the rainforest behind, and between them a town that holds people still long enough to forget where they thought they were going. Sebastian makes the coffee. Rick arrives from New York with something in him starting to give way. Caroline takes the table in the shade. Mangoes fall on the tin roof and no one looks up. A season in a far north Queensland town travellers, locals, the jungle waiting behind the houses ? until the road takes people on and the town stays exactly as it is.
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Gary Morgan writes contemporary poetry exploring ordinary life, silence, work, memory, and the lived experience of awareness. His work moves between social observation and contemplative writing, grounded in presence rather than belief.
He lives and writes in Australia.
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