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A Mad Brew
“Kettle’s don’t whistle anymore | They rattle to the kitchen door.”
The Seventh Wave
Ornamental skulls in various sizes stare ironically from planter boxes and garden beds like lone plastic icons celebrating a win in the war against humanity in victorious colony…
Authors For Fireys Twitter Auction
Hello TLG fans, if you haven’t already heard about it, there is an online Twitter auction starting today to support the Australian fireys who are heroically fighting the inferno in my homeland.
'Carousel' in MiNDFOOD Jan/Feb 2020
‘Carousel’ in @mindfood_mag : “Janie loved her high powered job, the overseas business travel, the colleagues she met through work, the weekend flings with no-cling men…she even loved her recalcitrant suitcase. Didn’t she?”
Walk My Mind
Walk my mindwhy don’t youkick up a stonetake comfort inlonely thoughtsunknown to youenjoy the sceneryof my mindscapeand when you leavethink what you like.This is my invitationI invite you friend,for I …
Dead Possum On The Road
Hi TLG readers. Here’s a little ditty I wrote about my ethical quandary about possums. I grew up in Australia and we were taught to call ‘1800InjuredAnimals’ whenever a koala, …
I Am Lioness
I am lioness Striding through life’s open fields I prey ‘pon only that which nourishes me; but, Contentment is my demise. Thanks to Marc on Flickr for the use of …
Facing The River
As you face the river, I’mTempted to jump inSink without swimHeavy burden breasts As we face the riverContemplating inBoundless thoughts a brimNature’s nurtured tests As I face the riverKindling cornered …
Happiness
Happiness is the tail of a kite chase it, chase it out of sight Don’t look down yet far to fall The coming down is part of it all.
We Want You!
We Want You! we invite our new comrades to propaganda nation | we promise instant gratification | follow us | this is your new notification | enter and take command …
He’s An Old Television
He’s an old television. He’s an old television. He’s an old television. He has tried to fix his aerial, bend this way and that way. All I can see is …
I’m Writing This On the Toilet…
…because that is one of two places I can currently get reception on my phone and catch up on my fellow writers’ blog posts and allow inspiration (among other things) …
The Dolphin
+++ I am the dolphinSurfing life’s salty sea breaksDeep down I trembleExploring darkness aloneThen I surface breaking waves. +++ Photo by James West on Flickr
Their Last Scream
Stop, be silentOpen your ears Listen, please, just be Present to their fears The longer you talkTighter the knot gets What have you taught themThrough noise, ignorance How can a …
My Elegant Hoon
A poem: My elegant hoon, my flint by sunrise | Striking tar with her tortured car…
Forensic Files Frenzy
What I’ve learned from watching 376 episodes of forensic files.
Dear Janet
I wrote this little ditty after a friend in New Zealand told me a touching story about her neighbour Janet, who was battling a terminal illness and wanted to make …
A Fist Full of Tears
A kid sits at the spitsplit from the family(with no idea of the convorunning rampant behind him) hepicks up two stickscontemplates his next dig,lines in the sand draw the perfect …
Connecting Dots
*** (a poem) *** white finger tips press over bumps smears orange dust on Forgotten Road red circles are Family Camps in Nature they move on together Black History gone …
Grit
Grit on the classroom floor. Overflowing bin. Usual teacher’s crap everywhere, I stuff it aside to sit. The kids are pretending to work and I’m pretending to care about them being …
