I miss the innocence of time my first train ride on the red rattler smokes and farts , looking out the window to a landscape as strange as the moon I was there with my father as he umpired his last game to screams of you white maggot , you piece of white shit what […]
we wore pork pie hats we listened to Patti Smith rage we made love on your old milk crate bed my blood in your veins I bought you a book of love poems by Neruda you gave me your mouth bending into morning my tongue trailed along your back you quivering in the soft light […]
three people on a beach in Skye different countries holding three things bread cheese and wine no conversation eating drinking silence overhead the pelican acknowledges the land and sea where are you going where am I ?
Little Benedictus was the name given to her. She came to our small town fifteen years an outlier of all that was good . Her eccentricity, her love, compassion for all religious or downright pagan . She had love for all. In the town I’d see her marching down the street with her wander staff […]
I was staying at the Adelaide hostel in Isadore Duncan Lane , San Francisco. A fellow I met there said, ‘ let’s have a drink down near the Tenderloin District, famous in the old days for its butcher ways. In a bar as dark as midnight the owner said, ‘go down to Green Street to […]
A letter to writers, poets, photographers , artists of all types, people who love to read for the sake of reading not because you have to as part of the school curriculum. The question I pose myself is there room for the enthusiastic amateur . And not just for those who have done a professional […]
‘‘Twas gang out of Melbourne Cup three , four years ago. Guy & gals. I hairy eyebrow beast. Arm on shoulder poet , next to him , poet owner of Collected Works, next to him musician and off course the gals at the Stingo hotel sounds like a William Styron novel.
Day after day you walk that street to Piedmonte for cigarettes and red wine , day after day you see the same faces , shapes, colours of the day , the cool manufactured types that haunt the cafes, pubs, books open, newspapers spread, an artist is pencil drawing on a napkin, a circus performer is […]
Do you ever wonder where people are going? Some do the road, the Camino , that’s going somewhere right. I mean it’s a pilgrimage right? The woman next door masked up and all said she did the Camino, goddamn it! She was pretty forceful with the goddamn. Not a bit of ego in her redheaded […]
This morning I woke early. Still dark I turned on my small lamp and lit a tea candle followed by a stick of Japanese incense. I bowed to my chair . I counted breaths trying to catch the feeling, the sensations, flowing through me. Yesterday my mind was all over the shop , now at […]
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