The Blue Nib

Hi literary gangsters, this is just an update to let you know that two of my poems, My Elegant Hoon and Hell’s Gate are published in Issue 41 of The …

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 …

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, …

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 …

Five Fingers

Nestled in Wanaruah country lies a town, dotted with quaint tea shops in heritage listed buildings, threaded together by a brook that occasionally babbles too high. Feel the energy, dark …

A Man Walks In To A Bar

A man walks in to a bar and pulls a stool out from under the bar bench of the old Light-horseman Inn. The barmaid is a woman of forty-two, bearing  …

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, …

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 …