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John Daniel’s workshop, August 2011 that might be fine for two pages but could you write ten books some of these phrases we have a bear dancing it seems to be about a y’know in oil and gas piled in sorta like Bob Dylan I know, I know, but ideas from all over the place… Read more

When the lollies are passed around      they’re never the ones I like.      They’re always sucrose-hit fake-colour      convenience store cheapies. I like      deep chocolate      dense fudge      soft glucose      slow savour. Not available      on just any corner. You unwrap one      let me scent it I reach out      but you snatch it back and hide it. When I… Read more

(Bassendean, May 2012) Among the gleaming chemical blades of the plastic lawn hundreds of grass-green stems rise up Read more

So I walked away, found a corner booth in an empty bar, and fantasized You will be old, succumbing at last      to the things you’ve done to that body and I,      old too, but now the stronger one, will push your wheelchair around the neighbourhood      we found      or made      All these women who halo you,… Read more

Friday a retired man paints his new picket fence four hot shades dry on my nails pink and yellow flowers sprawl on the verge Read more

A personage great in the girth whose wealth was an outcome of birth exclaimed, “It’s a sign! All this money, all mine!” She didn’t know what she was worth.   There was a poor poet from Perth whose polemics were objects of mirth. People wailed, “If your verse should become any worse it might be… Read more