The almost silent Hog is fully si… The last smile has left off dancing across the great man’s fac… Time as stopped, the clocks will ring the hour of 1:10 this da…
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…
The fall of the leaves of autumn carpet our path, making mud like blood underfoot. Or is it blood like mud
The poet unafraid is hardly a poet… but dull in understanding of the power and impotence in his… .? ’?
He walks in anger he walks with fear and in his hands he walks with death. They walk in innocence
When I make an inappropriate comm… she would raise her eyebrows, and… at me, as a silent chastisement. Donald J Trump, Scott Morrison a… meet in an obscure coffee shop in…
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.
Hand sanitiser has been such a sol… lately, patrolling the lines of ou… the love-line so we can continue t… but especially the life-line, you… Soap has been a pretty solid citiz…
Sometimes I ask myself, what is t… I ask why do I need it? What is i… I open a book, turn to the page th… and I see so many stick figure sol… who come in and make war on anythi…
Our first real transgression was in the park in the dark, on th… Then later, on the floor while my commitment slept in the next room, snoring quietly
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
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…
Dearly beloved body that encases me, animates me, is me, as a matter of fact, thank you for being.
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…
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…