Seattle taught me that there’s val… that hovers in the air like an am… with no substance, playing harmle… on your face and in your hair. Seattle taught me that there’s imm…
Long since, a matter of mere weeks… I had turned my back on the satties with pills or bush,
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…
He wanders around his silent home, uneasy one might say, lonely as a… said one cleverer than he. Music, yes, that’s it, music, music and whiskey. No, no not yet.
As we approach the hill we can smell the salt water alread… imagine the sand, coloured like li… twinkling in the sun. We can just hear the surf,
This is not an elegy and, no trick of the light, no jammed shut door, no rancid rhetoric or sleight of hand
- The Yobbo-In-Chief is a very ele… a very stable genius is what he sa… that everyone calls him. He can get quite lyrical when he s…
We had and ibis summer where the b… was picked at disconsolately by th… where the trees stood stoically in… in their drawing of water from dee… to store in their trunk, branches…
I said nothing when the trees were… then uprooted, and replaced with a… I said nothing when the birds took… and disappeared and koalas starved… I said nothing, hardly noticed, wh…
The chill in the air has caused th… the lizards to spend their time sl… on a rock that barely warms their… The kangaroos quietly pick at the… and the koalas are more sleepy tha…
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…
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
Your silhouette in the doorway is a light shining from within you to inside of me. Your arm raised in greeting is strength to my tired arms.
The unheard wisdom, the unseen beauty, the unfelt comfort: the three great curses of a deaf, blind, and unfeeling age.
Sly the Sullen Troll sat by the d… that was his bed, under the bridge… and sighed. He stared at his lonel… since he was alone with no friends… since they left when he took a lov…