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The enigma  Life’s helical enigma  Inevitably - strange but true. Too few get to really see Only the 05.00am night owls And...

The Sport That Keeps On Giving At the party a footy star is filmed bubbling at a urinal by a mate who posts it online. ...

The Strzelecki Mountain Killings (I,II,III) I I brought down the iron bark by the garage to give the solar panels more say ...

I think probably enough has already been spoken and written about the hideous and still unfolding tragedy that took place just across what ...

How I write myself Into A Book The room or place name for the transportation  of memories,  expands Jan Vermeer's craft i...

It's Partly Grace I heard a bus in the distance and noticed close up a rat scurrying out of a bush of moonflowers, the ...

Faxing a Message from Prison Faxing a message from prison, I have to stand in line for hours. Guards blot excess adjectives, ...

No Longer a Dream He stood in the dark hall and stretched toward the bathroom light, to the right; he wobbled on his feet, fe...

Dreaming Cannons Little German trench mortar squats in the geraniums of the Deloraine RSL, Tasmania. A century since you bur...

Approaching the Truth What is the German word for a man who loves his wife and his three children, goes to work without remor...

song of the sinking man all these hottest days of late spring spent obsessing over the grey despair of february, and why not?...

Burnt seed (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) I have made mistakes in my life. I’m still paying for them with half-malice and ...

Snowfall in Auschwitz Śnieg* settling on the shoulders of trees nesting in chimney stacks lying between the collar bones of ...

Walking Through Fences James Walton Flying Island Books Son Songs Tug Dumbly Flying Island Books Autobiochemistry Tricia ...

Car Wreck on Foyer Avenue Morning shakes my Daddy’s hands. Mom calls him a son-of-a-bitch,                         a drunken ...

When the Time Comes When the time comes bury me in the graveyard of stillborn, of abandoned projects, begun with good inte...

last night in bangkok  that thousand mile stare of a soi cowboy girl tables away praying tonight she will find something ...

After Gustave Here is the horizon  Dark blue Followed by a faint line / stretch of  White And the imperceptible point betwe...

Narrative Sixteen  Lucy had that way of looking both beautiful and tough that let me know that I would not be any good for her. At leas...

Dreaming in Music I wake sometimes to a dream of music the notes play and laugh in the dark and just fo...