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 live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.

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…

The day started breathing gently on the drapes you breathed on my naked shoulder

Barnaby sat glowering like a salt… in the parliament this afternoon. Success with schooners at lunch and an unscripted moment in which he said “Grayndler” five…

The air around him was welcoming, his words like quiet music pulled me in, relaxed me, hugged m… He claimed my eyes with his own, wouldn’t let them go, I’m sure he…

Look at you now a desperado in a desperate world huddling under the blanket of delusion. The road you always thought would…

It looks like a poem at this distance, sure, but it looks like a poem with a bad haircut, given by someone in the midst

My old mate wears a tuxedo, or so they say, and he speaks in a voice so small that’s smaller than the mice he never hunts

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…

There is space around the moon tonight, white, bright, lighting t… like cardboard cut-outs on a half-… "You are very beautiful, tonight", he says, and the breeze…

If I Could Have a Birthday Wish Envelopes with gaudily printed car… meaningless mass-produced wishes, cheques to fly to the momentary mo… Books instead of love

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…

I won’t talk about it. I won’t fucking talk about it. I really don’t want to fucking tal… So much needless suffering, and so many unwarranted deaths.

I am finding I am going home if I haven’t in some measure found the landing port that is in sight of my true and original self