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 …

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 …

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 …

30 Word Stories

This made me think about the difference between microlit and poetry and I came to the conclusion that microfiction is like a skit or a scene proforma, but in written form.

Dear Mr Hemingway

Dear Mr Hemingway, We thank you for your submission, and for your service to your country. Our publication is currently not looking for stories based around war as we believe …