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                                                Blue Absinthe 1 (Wash Pencil & Paper)                                               ...

Once on a Beach Once, when I was writing with my fingertips on a beachbroad slate of sand, I turned to look to where my feet h...

Somebody (im Shane Dunne) I am somebody, or maybe not. Free bird with the wrought of metal, a stand-alone – rebellious. ...

Ode to a Coffee Pot Ah, Bodum! For two decades you have travelled across the seas my constant portable compani...

a previously unpublished poem for Michael Dransfield by Cornelis Vleeskens c.1973 found among his papers while i was working on th...

Concert at Bernie's When Bernie wakes at 6 a.m. there's a piano on his chest and Erroll Garner's playing ...

Childhood Sin ...the earthworm we split to see the head grow a tail the tail a new head instead fi...

Choppy  The image of you in my head is nothing but a compilation of pixels.   Squares filled with shades to figure  out what...

Too Much. I Know. Listen, friends. I probably either didn’t care about you or even like you for a long time...

Magic Bread If you think it can  be learned then by all means apprentice yourself to a local sorcerer and...

on love and war Gallipoli style Contiki bus down a dirt road And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda  on cd       The melancho...

DOLLS Designer of  mushy Nickelodeon carrot cake stage has dandruff-dolls in his hair They’ve set up oil rigs on his ...

Caseworker Determining Eligibility Cabrini-Green Projects Chicago, 1963 The child, age two, hammocked in the half moo...

Transformation Songbirds find reason to splash the bush track with cheerful trill. I cannot hear, too many de...

BOMB BRAVE      Boston April 15,2013 You could view this killer on any street but of all assassins you unknowing mee...

The Stone I have eternity in my being, but My body is turning to sand Under a hot August, sun: The Sycamore tree is not as ol...

YUCK My parents  don’t agree with me that broccoli is poisonous . They  need an expert’s help to see the reason why I fume and ...

I Dream no More My forebones crack while smiling, groan and grind when my lips whisper, speak my heart's thin pain (as cold ...

I have just heard down that great chain of robbers, the interwebz, that Tasmania's  Island  magazine have joined its only vaguely mor...

Thieves From a pulpit a reserved raccoon with a love for classical music quietly berates me for frater...