Richard Trembath grew up in the tiny town of Walwa, in Victoria's Upper Murray Valley and later attended Geelong College before becoming a journalist, first at Horsham then at The Sun in Melbourne. He was later foundation editor of Australian Trotting Weekly and won numerous National awards for literary excellence and photography. He also trained and drove harness horses with considerable success at elite level and competed in Masters' Athletics, winning two world gold medals and ten Australian Championships, setting five Australian records over hurdles. His first book of poetry received extensive radio exposure while the short stories which accompany the poetry in his second book won several awards. He is divorced and lives in the outer suburbs of Melbourne.
I think I am beyond dreams - I have left it too late;
In fact I'm not sure I ever had any - I was too busy dealing with life
As it was.
...
We missed each other's Springtime
because we were elsewhere.
Then Summer came, and left again
and still you were not there.
...
We have, both of us, grown old
And our beauty now
is reflected
from within
...
Emptiness.
How deep the well that plummets
into nothingness.
How bitter the soft tears I cry
...