The poet unafraid is hardly a poet… but dull in understanding of the power and impotence in his… .? ’?

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 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.

The flower in the whisky bottle beckons me, kindly as a guru, a Buddha, a pink fleshed lover. I open the door behind the whisky…

There’s a red tinge to the sky thi… and I can smell the smoke in the a… They say the wall of fire is comin… so we’d better get down to the bea… There’ll be no harvest this year

If you would walk with me now, an… I would no longer be alone. If you would talk with me now, or… I would no longer be invisible. I am old and I am cold,

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…

I have been a long way from home a… I was born in the Royal Hospital… in Randwick, Eastern Sydney but home was in Casula, in its So… I was raised among the smell of ma…

The grief was a ball in your chest… a tangled dirty weave of fears and… not appropriate to have yet, as if they would be a self-fulfilling cu… Each long, drawn out day was

Would I be handsome in baggy red… and red and blue makeup? Would I be more, if I were to be… except for the blowing of a horn? Would I be understood better usin…

- The Yobbo-In-Chief is a very ele… a very stable genius is what he sa… that everyone calls him. He can get quite lyrical when he s…

The most remarkable thing is the s… It’s early, but except for a few c… making mandatory trips to gather a… the silence is almost complete, as if we’re all meditating on the…