Freedom is Slavery
Just my reflection on the school system in Australia and how it replicates the workhouse and factory system of the Victorian era. Sirens, uniforms, rows of desks, 'wardens'.
Possibilities
A taut string from a bowIs all that you need.A straight, sharp arrowWill finish the deed.Pin down your ambitionAnd kill it.See how it bleeds.
A Cliche Killing (Roget’s Revenge)
This is an oldie. Written in 1992. The man approached the wooden doorof the house of Mr McGabbin."Excuse me sir, I need to speak,do you…
I Think About Monsters
I think about monsters a lot. I think about the silences around them, the way words can flatten and reduce (thinking, loving, feeling, fearing) humans…
Thanks Oprah…
"You are responsible for your life... so, don't wait for somebody else to fix you, to save you or complete you. Jerry MaGuire was just…
Vigil
On a forgotten shore by a tumultuous sea stands a time ruined monument to a featureless god. His vanishing mouth speaks unspeakable things, but like…
The Love Letter
He was an unreliable man. For their first date, he showed up one year late. Therefore, when he left, to make sure he would come…
I am…
what nobody tells you about rainclouds is their propensity to linger about uninvited, stones beneath eyes that solidify your place under a scrutiny what they leave out is…
Shopping at Ikea
The screws and nuts are everwhere and that's just the customers.The smell of plastic and pine... ahh! Food service in the restaurant.Arrows conveying human sheep…
Redemption
An exposition to a story, based on this visual stimulus. Cold air clung to the wooden crosses, markers to the bones resting under them. Deathly still. The parched,…
