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    Friends, Forget REVOLUTION, dust, / Our Shaken up olive branch THOUGHTS … Read more

  • a man finally meets his dream woman they’re very happy their friends are thrilled then he leaves her he doesn’t think he’s good enough yet for such a goddess but she’s not a goddess she’s something way more special: a woman and women know men can never be gods whatever their aspirations Read more

  • Reading, spelling, mathematics, science. The space between the classroom and the bag room. Full of loud kids. “Eeuh, what are ya? What are ya?” Yet again, one blocks my path, sneering, jeering. “Eeuh, Jackson, what are ya?” Little intellectual girl, they don’t want to know you’re a homo sapiens sapiens like them. Hold your spine Read more

  • wall defensive bank rampart or army against enemy or sea defensive bank rampart army or person what enemy what sea chromed creamed painted walls I don’t tree roof I don’t sky floor I don’t earth what enemy what sea the walls! the walls! the walls! the tarmac desert distance disen- gage Dr Phil’s I will Read more

  • Today was going to be my Day Off. It’s a beautiful sunny day and I was going to wander out, maybe take in some art, maybe have coffee with a friend or see a movie. But I find myself thinking—worrying!—about Perth Poetry Club, the weekly community event I instigated in early 2009, inspired by Melbourne’s Read more

  • It’s a wintry day, but the sharp Perth light pushes its way through the clouds onto my donated desk, a yellowed pine dining table. The antique table and chairs in the corner are roped off, presumably too fragile or precious to sit at, but not sacred: powerboards, papers and stationery obscure the white lace tablecloth. Read more