A Covid 19 Haiku
Stay home wash your hands The heroic act inverts Do not give flowers Thanks to Flickr photographer missannafaye for the use of your pic
Stay home wash your hands The heroic act inverts Do not give flowers Thanks to Flickr photographer missannafaye for the use of your pic
We inhabit a world All around us All time Everything changing Renewing Things Transforming Transmuting To one evolving form Giving up essence Literature loves translations fed by every exuberance Every …
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…
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 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 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 …
Shift your life from a peasant
of wisdom to nirvana’s next top model…
I was recently laughed at when entering a Zonta book sale because I dragged an empty suitcase behind me and left it under a table while two elderly ladies monitored …
He walks me through the doorway to a brightly lit room with a white tiled floor. I am made to sit in what feels like a leather chair β old, …
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 …
People talk about how St Kilda has changed. I think about how the drugs have changed. I think about how Paul Kelly preferred Melbourne over Sydney and how I do …
A topic of discussion amongst many of my friends and I lately has been about how our own art, in all forms whether it be creative writing, visual, musical, fine …
Instead of witches, we call them bitches. Irritable bitches. Complaining bitches. Whining, whinging, annoying bitches. Any emotion a man feels is given the excuse of being a man. What about …
I must have walked twenty kilometres already. The humidity was choking me. My thoughts were attacking my brain cells, taking my synapses hostage and sending them on a theme park …
He extends a hand as she boards the ambulance. Bandaged hands hover above her knees like day-old helium balloons. He shifts to fifth along the only road in and out …
notes non-stop π
"become the stars within you"
250 words or less ea. week, for 1 year