There’s a new world unfolding as the sun sinks in the West. I once thought a single man could change the world for the bet… He can’t,

I live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.

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

Blessèd be the better days and the bitter ones that outline t… In an entirely non-Biblical fashi… blessèd be the bees that buzz and… frantically flitting from flower t…

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

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…

There is solace in the bush, among… there is redemption laying on the… by the river as the troubles flow… There is peace to be found in the… of the mountains to the West.

- 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…

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

The kookaburra is laughing in the… and I’m deciding to view him as th… that appears in the song I learned… —!!— rather than the annoying jackass t…

I saw that last picture of you, st… the infamous bunker. It was a blur… that seemed right for the moment,… it seemed now pointless and old, a… You looked over the wreckage broug…

My alternative mother kept pace only with Jesus. With a generosity of spirit —unmatched in my life— she adopted me into her family,

Pumping water. Motor sounds across the drying river. Rustic images of a cottage with no town water

It looks like a poem at this distance, sure, but it looks like a poem with a bad haircut, given by someone in the midst

The struggle seems as blind as our dark evolutionary past, as hypocritical as a politician on… as tiring as a hundred mile sprint… I no longer have any energy.