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…
My cardboard sign carves out a tiny piece of footpath to call h… My cardboard sign shamefully decla… “homeless” and I look down a t my… as you stride past, reading but no…
Mr Morrison sat this morning in h… determined to find something to mo… It was clear to him that the true… of government was to monetise thin… to give opportunity to those who “…
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…
We are running out of breath in th… to avoid our fate, avoid ourselves… make a new fate, make ourselves an… We are at the beachhead and the wa… are boiling in like playful, malic…
There was little blood, which came… After the initial acrimonious terr… by which the boats were stopped the men (with accompanying women and children) were dismembered,
Living with constant fears is like red wine spilt on white ca… or trees uprooted from the bank of a river too often in flood. It’s looking backwards
Grendel is throwing chairs around on the deck of the soon to be sink… Nobody really knows how Grendel g… and slipped himself in to replace… Nobody knew he’d be in charge when
The Wait (add to favorites) (edit… by Peter Cartwright So you walk up this morning street… in the pub at this unearthly hour. Fourth smoke in about thirty minu…
If I Could Have a Birthday Wish Envelopes with gaudily printed car… meaningless mass-produced wishes, cheques to fly to the momentary mo… Books instead of love
Barnaby sat glowering like a salt… in the parliament this afternoon. Success with schooners at lunch and an unscripted moment in which he said “Grayndler” five…
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…
Sleep hovers over me, lingering at the ceiling with dark whispers. I reach out with my mind, my restless body
I don’t believe in a god represent… by evil priests and false prophets… and spoken of by politicians for p… a puppet for the maniacs of greed. I don’t believe in a god who has
Your silhouette in the doorway is a light shining from within you to inside of me. Your arm raised in greeting is strength to my tired arms.