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 …

The Wandering Wonderer

Reggie woke with the sun soaking his tired legs and Mar had left a plate of toast with jam and a coffee urn on his bedside table. He sat up …

From The Tower of Song

Dear Leonard, you will continue to sing and speak to us from the Tower of Song but let me just say that I did speak to you before you passed, …