Harsh hard bush lands on which I’ve had to muster / And the paper bark forests supplying me with shelter
A poem I guess about some old brown boots
prawns marinated in lime juice and lemongrass / salad of watermelon, brie, mint and ciabatta cubes / bottles of Swan Bay semillion sauvigno…
Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly / M. F. K. Fisher
dandelion skyscrapers..
Non- fiction Post Card. Hope you like it. exactly 55 words.
What is it? / That makes us a team / Of grit / Of determination / Of skill / Of synergy
I watch you every day and think about the other men / women and children who have stayed wondering why o why! / how did they survive
Just another piece that came out of me
“It’s like being captive in your imagination / A world with rules all of its own / And a space in time that I will not fill / And one you ha…
Sometimes in life we feel lost. Mainly lost in our thoughts. I felt compelled to write how it sometimes feels to be in that space.
I’ll trace letters in the sand where adolescent / backwash comes ashore and ships dump tanks / into a sea of bricks. Fingers drag through o…
Lynched and unrequitted violence / shade, shadows tell a grim lie / of time elapsed and winter earned
WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH Throws dummy out of pram, writes prolific poem, drowns in a bath of his own putrid blood…the murky depths of this soul as i sink once again i hate you so muccccccccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhh (looks in the mirror)
Once there were sheep / Millions upon millions / in flocks strong and deep
Poetry inspired by the shot of Darren Stones of the sheep yards at Parwan / When once this country rode on the sheep’s back now we are in danger of not having any. What will we do when all the flocks have gone?
I’m going to hurt you tonight / In three delicate ways
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved. Criminals didn’t walk two dusty miles to rob or pillage, if they knew they’d …
The silent knot inside my throat / Slips down in through my heart
This is an extractfromareally long peiceI wrote about forgiveness
(Roundabouts) When I had to go around one, I’d close my eyes and pray through the whole intersection, like I used to see people on bicycl…
Unfathomable little Hells to Westerners, traffic control “roundabouts” are well-understood by Easterners. We Western folk prefer to amble through stop lights or stop signs, or just be left on our own to do the right thing, and we will, too, for the most part.
the air is heavy / extremely polluted / the hours are long / it’s all so convoluted / Joe Dirt gets paid / an hourly wage / feeling like a bird…
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When she woke, she couldn’t move. Everything was dark, and she couldn’t move. Oh my God, I’m buried alive! she thought. She wasn’t the t…
Who knows what twisted torments the mind can survive? So far, it has proven to be remarkably resilient. But as we are born to this world, so we must in the end die. Unbelievably, its the most natural thing in our world. JH
“You have the strangest most intimate relationship with dirt and you don’t even seem to know it, its automatic.”
my relationship with dirt
Old broken shed with busted green doors, / Huge iron hinges and work worn floor. The old man rattled around the forge and bench and too…
Working life…
In the house of the worm / All they do is eat all day / In the house of the worm / Living a life in the underground / In the house of the wor…
The lyrics from a song I wrote back in college.
By Marilyn Harris We couldn’t go past the beautiful All Saints Church at Bodalla. Quote…
a bitter taste that has crawled out of the garden and into her mouth
The winter wind stings his ears while mountains are eclipsed by billowing silver dust. Flakes rust his metal-chipped shovel, ...
This poem is based on a photograph by Antoine Gyori entitled “A cemetery in Sarajevo”
My V8 idles erratically. The tacho’s needle bounces up and down. I hold the revs up ready to drop the clutch and power off.
A story to get your heart racing!!
it makes itself smell repellent
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