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Magic Hat Youkali said she would trade me a new hat for one of my drawings. Her cousin owned a shop near a bar I liked so we had some drink...

After that fairytale end to the test in Chennai between England and India, when the Mumbai hero Sachin Tendulkar knocked up a century and th...

lapse into gabrielle is weeping – they’re smoking his hems now. a spoon tangos spaghetti and brown shirts gather in the wardrobe lens clic...

The inheritance My colleague took great delight in hearing that one of the students we taught together, a student who appalled her by contin...

I will be away down in Sydney for a couple of days reveling with my good friend "Geordie", but will put out this call now for subm...

Recently, at the gentle behest of my most staunch and dew-eyed drinking partner, Jeff "Geordie" Graham, I began work on a collecti...

There have been a fair few changes to the world since I last posted. Peace tables (laid out in all their Amin-ostentation) in The Congo, wor...

It appears some genius at a certain US publisher has decided to tinker with their on-line shipping costs, so that anyone trying to purchase ...

In the early 1970's, following the lead of that moral avatar Richard Nixon, most of the developed economies of the "free" worl...

Summer’s Funeral (for Lady Ahna) We were in October but now is the time. Keep glasses in the ice box as the rain maker won’t come. All day...

For Derrick Hussey In memoriam: H. P. Lovecraft Though time, like ice, is slow, the moments pass, accumulate with the weightiness of glacier...

Hercules Goes Bananas On rugs by the temple vendors offer bright prayer flags, short in-curved knives, pirate DVDs, despite half here subsis...

no tyrant could match the sixth letter was ‘e’ and it was wrong and I wanted to correct her but between husband and wife history rattles a f...

I am fresh out of rants. The times are too tight, too close. Everyone knows who the bogeymen are, and nothing has come across my desk of lat...

North or south of the line, beggar's east or golden west, mumma's boy or beer-tap dancer, third man or fly slip, I have always been ...

Recently, courtesy of Melbourne's one and only poet/rock star/editor Ashley Capes, I have come across two mature, insightful, even-tempe...

Between the pertinent facts, to paraphrase Martin Heidegger, there can only be music. He is perhaps the only other philosopher beside Wittge...

This damp spring weekend in Sydney sees the 6th National Poetry Festival, due to be launched tonight over cocktails at the Sydney Mechanics...

Lola kills This morning, as I was passing between two women who were chatting with smiling faces on a narrow footpath, I overheard the singl...

Francis Bacon's Studio From the perspex doorway, thick as a bank teller’s window, every dream is achievable. Not a draught stirs. The ro...