Would I be handsome in baggy red… and red and blue makeup? Would I be more, if I were to be… except for the blowing of a horn? Would I be understood better usin…
Blessèd be the better days and the bitter ones that outline t… In an entirely non-Biblical fashi… blessèd be the bees that buzz and… frantically flitting from flower t…
Oh Mother Earth, kiss my cheek wi… you alone belong to yourself while… Preserve us from the evil plans th… puncture your heart and anger your… Oh Mother Earth, keep us at one w…
Hand sanitiser has been such a sol… lately, patrolling the lines of ou… the love-line so we can continue t… but especially the life-line, you… Soap has been a pretty solid citiz…
The struggle seems as blind as our dark evolutionary past, as hypocritical as a politician on… as tiring as a hundred mile sprint… I no longer have any energy.
You said you liked the restaurant but I knew you hated the mushroom… It wasn’t just these mushrooms, as if they were a special form of… in butter next to the steak on yo…
Australian summers are hot, even into the night sometimes, and this night at the Family Inn was one of them, soaking shirts t… Some barely remembered Aussie ba…
Can a poet raise his head from the… these days? Can he take in the com… Or would he only be able to say, “the world is too much wit… They all seem to say the same thin…
My son’s cleaning up his room and I’m not really glad. He’s cleaning up his room and it’s raining clothes and crock… The washer’s running amok, the dis…
What road are we travelling? What road do we wish to be on? Is this the road to heaven, passing through the Valley of Dea… or the road to hell with the desti…
I live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.
Mr Morrison sat this morning in h… determined to find something to mo… It was clear to him that the true… of government was to monetise thin… to give opportunity to those who “…
I think I was seventeen when I fi… ran across you, a compact young ma… that adjudicated a debate I was in… The second time was in the church… readying to go away for the weeken…
You made me think the sad thoughts… the broken thoughts of broken bodi… rolled around in battered chairs down the middle of George Street with the crowds waving the flags I…
The Valley of the Shadow of Deat… travels through the streets of my… bringing in with it the refugees, the sinners and saints of flotsam. It’s filled with meth heads and ju…
