Fighting the virus We’re all in this together Unprecented Wear a mask and wash your hands Today we record no deaths
Read MoreA Solitary Walk
I’ve lost my reflection And finding it is bucket listed above the Greek Islands But below retirement. I don’t yet know if it is In your mirrored glasses Or In a puddle on potted asphalt But I sense its existence In my warm breath In this cold air And maybe there’s a mirror In a…
Read MoreA tanka to me
Crushed by massive waves That break as I stand naked And lit up with sun Warming up and slow baking My cheeks and arms and shoulders My body soft, heart bolder.
Read MoreA tanka to Melbourne
I can’t read your lips but your masked voice is soothing Busting the seams of My hands longing to touch you In privacy unveiling You laying there, me beaming.
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The Tree Hugger
The cadence of your limbs swaying Outstretched they reach the sky as I cling to you. Solidly, you sing to me pulsating: Roots pumping miracles – To quiesce me.
Read MoreRainbows in the Sun
No talent at all Just a mirrorless and me With a tonne of empty time Side stepping puddles And chasing every rainbow
Read MoreA Solitary Walk
I’ve lost my reflection And finding it is bucket listed above the Greek Islands But below retirement. I don’t yet know if it is In your mirrored glasses Or In a puddle on potted asphalt But I sense its existence In my warm breath In this cold air And maybe there’s a mirror In a…
Read MoreWhen They Come
I reread my post from yesterday and thought about changing the names of places, the names and places. The faces. https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/asia_pacific/masks-cash-and-apps-how-hong-kongs-protesters-find-ways-to-outwit-the-surveillance-state/2019/06/15/8229169c-8ea0-11e9-b6f4-033356502dce_story.html
Read MoreJust a Day
I underestimated this ordinary day in December 2014. His brother had been gone a week or two. His soul mate really, soul twin, the ‘other’ that grounded his 80 year life. He fell asleep after the Eulogy, a speech he gave without prompt or pause. The grand speech of his life. He had clawed himself…
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Crimson Glory
You (em)brace me Like a scaffold Of crimson glory Caressing the brick wall In that laneway The one with the cool art And the soft heart.
Read MoreLate night drive
Trees splitting light From headlights Into ground level cloud Seeping shadows That cast but Momentary branches.
Read MoreGood Old Days
Remember when ‘politics’ Meant debate about Trickle down economics And your foe was just A decent capitalist Yearning for the dollar Less of a fan, of course Of a social welfare state But still your mate A human on the other side Of a reasonable divide.
Read MoreThe Crashing Braves
I am so small And drowning In massive waves That will crush me If they break while I stand naked In backlit honesty Stained from a day That toiled, swords drawn With my tender heart And spoiled my hair When I sweated cold With stomach knotted And gritted my teeth And shut my eyes Breathing…
Read MoreQuelle Difference
She tells me she thinks horizontally: An ‘aha’ moment for this vertical thinker. She says it is another reason we should not be together, So I point out evolutionary theory or genetics, Or some paper I read once about pheromones And how our kids would cover the axis (Centre line aligned). Opposites attract for a…
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Love
The dusty air Is warm My throat is dry And you and I We’re in overalls On the bank Of an ancient river Waiting for rain That we can smell Waiting … For so long we Start talking tall Of sea creatures Anemones Sounds like Enemies We collapse Laughing To unforgiving earth As rain falls…
Read MoreFuneral
Tears tease my face – Pressed into my hand – Propped by an elbow On a window frame. Cars pass steadily as Dandenong Rd comes and goes like an old mate Familiar but much changed. Arriving early – I take in the stillness And silence – The smell of the heat wave the creaking pews…
Read MorePlease Stay
Join me for the aftermath This after life of cheers Life after Leftovers With no beers I hated them anyway So please stay.
Read MoreA message from a Southerner
Bring back the old days: When we had progress going for us Idealised hope for inclusivity Cos we knew more and thought more And saw the world of difference and embraced it And I was sorely mistaken: I thought you embraced me Yet your arms fell to your side and my body slipped away And I fell…
Read MoreThe Diplomatic Post
Sleep-ins foil good intentions As the sun gives rise and servitude to Christmas Day I flick the kettle on and spy The sacrificial honeyed ham In an overloaded fridge That strains to cool the Offerings that hours later Will fill a lace tablecloth And the good plates And the Tupperware And landfill And… My spiral…
Read MoreChristmas Cacophony
How many memories begin with Cicadas, Or dancing Santa’s deflating to bend double, Kissing dirt whilst reindeers staunchly idle, And lawn mowers hit gum nuts that crackle, And the grass smells fresh and sweet. A Christmas cacophony good enough to eat.
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