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…
On this day I would observe a min… I would celebrate and mourn in tha… the many who have died in and for… green island, for her survival, ba… at times, and in some places more…
I live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.
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,
After the years of that and that and Goddamn bloody well that, he rose again. His skeletal frame and sparse hair
The fall of the leaves of autumn carpet our path, making mud like blood underfoot. Or is it blood like mud
Dearly beloved body that encases me, animates me, is me, as a matter of fact, thank you for being.
I think you’d been drifting away from us, even before you ended up in this sterile hospital bed. But you seem to have caught
The Wait (add to favorites) (edit… by Peter Cartwright So you walk up this morning street… in the pub at this unearthly hour. Fourth smoke in about thirty minu…
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 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…
This is not an elegy and, no trick of the light, no jammed shut door, no rancid rhetoric or sleight of hand
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 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
I’d like to write a poem that’s a swimming pool, or even a wading pool would do. I’d have the sun shine on the firs… and Spring overwhelm the stanza.