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,
- 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…
The poet unafraid is hardly a poet… but dull in understanding of the power and impotence in his… .? ’?
After the years of that and that and Goddamn bloody well that, he rose again. His skeletal frame and sparse hair
I saw your response to my post on… because my phone dinged as I was w… under the trees in the cool of the… Thankyou for that response that sh… at me from a square of capitalised…
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…
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…
The grief was a ball in your chest… a tangled dirty weave of fears and… not appropriate to have yet, as if they would be a self-fulfilling cu… Each long, drawn out day was
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…
There was little blood, which came… After the initial acrimonious terr… by which the boats were stopped the men (with accompanying women and children) were dismembered,
The kookaburra is laughing in the… and I’m deciding to view him as th… that appears in the song I learned… —!!— rather than the annoying jackass t…
rancid rantings/burning anger/stin… fear/hope—strobe—love/abhorrence—t… nihilism coffee/whiskey/cigarettes—no comfo… plans with no point/guns with no c…
It was the only swing in the park… as you swang on it, iron rasping angrily against iron. This one felt the edge, the seat vibrating slightly as you…
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
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…