A tourist in my mother country
I write for the tourists. I don't just mean the ones seduced here by fast money and high, gleaming towers; who think paying $15 for…
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And There Shall Be
Each of usIn abstract isolationAn insulated existenceFugitives pursuing forged gravitySurrounded by empty facesEndless nightsFall in different directionsSomebody and nobodyAre the same person
Conquest of Illusion
Scarlett jewelswarm riverscent of passionvisions blurredgaspingreaching out
Midnight Waltz
Howling wolves echo loudlyacross the empty marsh;Through my soul.Sharpe steel blade reflectsbright full moon;All its light.memory of young desireInnocent child's dancePure no more.
Storytelling
It's so difficult to tell a story. The blank canvas is the most liberating thing, but also the most terrifying. What picture will I draw,…
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…
Ramblings & Random Rants 