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Somewhere in the inspirational past an erudite lecturer of economics introduced me and my fellow inebriates to the maxim ‘there are lies, damned lies and statistics’, it has remained with me as a guiding light throughout my working life, so much so that, with apologies to Mark Twain [1835-1910] I often paraphrase it into support of other arguments.
I use the term argument not in a contentious way, a dispute where there is strong disagreement, but as a fact…Continue
Time in all it's phasesappears upon the floor,shadows take the placeswhere they were before.Will you wait? (for me)until I scream!? (at you)will you wait? (for me)until I've had enough!? (of you)...and even then (you'll wait)until, and wish until,…Continue
This poem is the first in a series about the most mundane activities of everyday life. Now up to 26 poems, on subjects like "Waking Up", "Showering", "shitting", "Breakfast", "Brushing Teeth", "Housekeeping", etcEveryday…Continue
I'll lie here in the tricksy summer swell...Of perfumed heated evenings that cool the fires of hell.Sydney southerly busts through,All windows open, curtains blew.Tenses warped and wounded,The changing summer beat and pounded...I'll lie here in the…Continue