A social site for poets in Sydney.
Europe’s finest can be found here on the weekends,
Trying hard to be cool and fit into the local scene,
Weekend warriors hoping to make it in the big city,
Luck may find them the partner of their dreams.
After a long hot lazy day spent on the sandy beach,
It’s time to clean up and hit the city at night,
With sand and sea salt still gritting between teeth,
A few long ice cool beers will go down just right.
By nine pm the clubs and pubs are really…
Flash me a sign that isn't a finger or a crucifixionStick your fingers down my throatUntil you reach my heartAnd squeeze that black pebble so it starts beating again.Shitting in a bag and breathing through a tubeIs a hard habit to break.There's a…Continue
Just as small green tendrils that manage to creep through the concreteSearching for light, fighting for lifeResilient and persevering, surviving with only a glimmer of chanceShe too pushed through the oppressivenessWith not much hopeShe fought and…Continue
We're all poets, or poetry in the Age of Narcissism I encountered this view very early on in my life as a poet. I remember going to a party in inner-city Sydney in the late seventies. By then I'd been publishing and giving readings for a few years…Continue
Watch out, those Magpies may attackand swoop on people from the back!They'll frighten and intimidateintruders to their claimed estate.They're boldly plumed in in black and whitejust like Currawongs at first sight.They carol as they walk aroundand…Continue