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For Sale on Swanston Street Indian diamonds a rock of hammer men in orange and their swarthy God but I'm not in the m...

For reasons known only to themselves, the editors of Melbourne's Cordite Magazine decided to open a comment stream left happily dorman...

The Chant I drift through time rings of coffee on grey the sleepless can be so sinister lips purple with cold and hats pulled low to hide ey...

before Italy hair penned in as an afterthought, a woolly plate and everything a second edge yellow a dream only – caricature ev...

ANNELIDS (in September rain, for several days a thousand earthworms, clean and pink as intestines rise out of the flooded ground swimming in...

Y ou should never lend your tools to Pistoa. They will be returned broken like the smiles of the unsuspecting, and not because he is a...

After my recent experience of those who would call me "colleague", I will keep this short and sweet. In "Zoos for the Dead...

It may seem wicked to some, considering the scale of suffering the US mid-west defaults have caused across the globe, but I feel I must make...

The chances are probably pretty slim that any Australian reading this blog will also have tickets to the upcoming Ashes cricket series begin...

Kaiser Mélange I know of the Cheetah who lives on the limbs of the tree behind the building. Your kisses can trap him. The eyes are the secr...

Spanish Tinge She said that she had always been lonely and I took her at her word. I kept telling her that with ice water in my veins, I wa...

These days my life is largely the story of two mountain towns. The older, higher, larger and somewhat poorer of the two is the administrativ...

To the long-suffering everywhere I apologise. To the lovers of good blogging and good poetry everywhere I apologise, but this is entirely an...

Australians are as durable and thus as prone to cliche as any people on earth, but suddenly it feels like we are set adrift in the old wry l...