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 Valley of the Shadow of Deat… travels through the streets of my… bringing in with it the refugees, the sinners and saints of flotsam. It’s filled with meth heads and ju…
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…
Sly the Sullen Troll sat by the d… that was his bed, under the bridge… and sighed. He stared at his lonel… since he was alone with no friends… since they left when he took a lov…
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…
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
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.
- 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…
I have grieved the growing power, the vanishing grace, the stateless state, of the victims of bombs. I have mourned at the empty hole,
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 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…
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.
Sometimes I ask myself, what is t… I ask why do I need it? What is i… I open a book, turn to the page th… and I see so many stick figure sol… who come in and make war on anythi…
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,
The wind blows North to South, then South to North, then any direction it cares for and we know not from where
