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…
I want to step lightly in time, put the easy malice down, the outbreaks of outrage, the uncertainty of love. I want to complete the circle
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…
The smoking, crackling and burning of recent times, the destruction suggested by some to be the work of God in judgement, has been repl… now, with an answer to prayer, som…
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.
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…
Mobilised from Puckapunyal one su… The walking dead and maimed do not… In sharp lines of saluting slouch… Just march away clean chinned and… No thoughts here of smokes hanging…
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…
Long since, a matter of mere weeks… I had turned my back on the satties with pills or bush,
1. If the Prime Minister was a ho… he wouldn’t go missing under press… he’d always be at work. He wouldn’t go on holidays in a na… or attend the football against the…
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…
Somehow everything has been shorn: the sky of its clouds, the morning… the day of its welcome, the traffi… Every sacred thing has been shorn… religion of its mystery—the Body o…
Look at you now a desperado in a desperate world huddling under the blanket of delusion. The road you always thought would…
I live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.
There’s a new world unfolding as the sun sinks in the West. I once thought a single man could change the world for the bet… He can’t,