So you walk up this morning street… in the pub at this unearthly hour. Fourth smoke in about thirty minu… ‘coz you’re afraid. Afraid of the people,
I dream of Washington or a place… I dream of a place where the sun i… and the rain is sweet, where the w… of the trees is old and guarded, t… the floor of heaven.
When I make an inappropriate comm… she would raise her eyebrows, and… at me, as a silent chastisement. Donald J Trump, Scott Morrison a… meet in an obscure coffee shop in…
Somehow everything has been shorn: the sky of its clouds, the morning… the day of its welcome, the traffi… Every sacred thing has been shorn… religion of its mystery—the Body o…
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…
Pumping water. Motor sounds across the drying river. Rustic images of a cottage with no town water
I’m surrounded by the little gods: the gods of grey days who breathe… keep us at dew point, push us beyo… into a spritz or rain, and further… who sometimes leave the scene at t…
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…
1. If the Prime Minister was a ho… he wouldn’t go missing under press… he’d always be at work. He wouldn’t go on holidays in a na… or attend the football against the…
Fay Zwicky wrote in her journal o… “I see the poet as a seismograph o… I had considered more arcane expre… over the years, such as the poet a… but I rather prefer to think of my…
My alternative mother kept pace only with Jesus. With a generosity of spirit —unmatched in my life— she adopted me into her family,
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
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,
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…
The morning brings the cockatoos clicking and clattering on the rai… waiting for the morning feed, eyeing off the company, non-human, just birds. Light yellow crowns