Thunder How I much prefer the slow, rumbling thunder, of a storm that is in no hurry to arrive, that wants to give us fair warning to brace ourselves for the wind and rain that will come our way, much prefer the slow rumble in the distance, angels let loose in the ten-pin bowling alley, […]
distance runner slow down and breathe this life _________________________________________________________________
My ransom note poem about Gina Rinehart ‘Listen up Gina’ has been published in the Australian Poetry’s Sotto Magazine (November Edition). This makes me very happy but slightly apprehensive as Ms Rinehart (the richest lady in the world) is on the search for more coal (like she hasn’t got enough already) and has bought the […]
waiting, swaying in heated air the dry grass progeny of last year’s flood is waiting, sun-roasting in pale gum leaves, the incendiary oil of the eucalypt is waiting, leaning in drunken daze with barbed wire handcuffs tight, the wooden post is waiting, baking under paint fractured by mercury and mango shade, the timber house is […]
Just seems like yesterday she was a bubba. Here’s a reposted poem as we are very busy at the moment (I’ve promised to write her another poem ). Baby Tessa On the 12th day of November Baby Tessa arrives in style. She is different to her brother, an alertness in her eyes. Our gorgy, porgy, […]
A repost for all those that may be finding it hard to see the silver lining Hidden Springs One foot in front of the other she stumbled over hot sand, the sun glaring, impatient for her to stumble in the desert, to die of thirst, to decay and become sustenance for the waiting carrion […]
thud of bare feet vanishing bubbler crabs refuge in the sand _________________________________________________________
On the Road to Progress Every day the road displays the slaughter at the altar of progress and prowess; how fast and far can we travel. What gets in the way, pays and paves our path in blood – human and the other animal offerings. The guttural roar of empire smothers the whimpering of minions […]
kids beachcombing fishers netting the ocean cache of patience ___________________________________________________________
Control Freak No items are found out of place; 20 inches each side of the vase. No angles are left to be turned; The dust never settles; it’s spurned. No books will be left upside down Or magazines scattered around. The photos are sorted and stored; To display would be striking discord. For with no […]
