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

Expanding Horizons

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 …

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…

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, …

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 …

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 …

Tsundoku Confessions

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 …

Seeing Daylight

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 – old, …

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 …

The Man And The Bird

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 …

Bitch Hysteria

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 …

Kill Your Ego

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 …

White Lines

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 …