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April 2013

her. Being a woman entails more than lady-like graces; covering up of interval boils with Oprah-esque vigils latent brimming of tears for a man – the one … Discussion her. 2 Likes

March 2013

On The Road To Infinity

Just follow the signposts, on the road to infinity,

one by one they'll rise up to meet you.

In the beginning is Immaturity,

leading you on to Insecurity,

up the hill…

Blog On The Road To Infinity 1 Like A bull called Calvary

A bull called Calvary,

In the depths of winter Calvary seeks refuge underground

far from the howl sweeping the land’s frozen surface with the low battering…

Blog A bull called Calvary 1 Like

February 2013

Another Volume One 1. I am a child bathed in fabric sunlight. Squatting... Milk bottle toes dipped to drink Brackish Bondi Blue. Hands poised to take solace in the wet diamond sand. Deep carmine pink is the shimmering… Discussion Another Volume One 2 Likes

December 2012

Inside Skies What I have inside is vast and broad and bigger than I let it be. Sitting in my chest and bursting at the seams. Such small spaces to come beyond, But wide as spreading seas. Such a stretch of imagi… Discussion Inside Skies 2 Likes

October 2012

Rigor Mortis i joined the brickworkgaunt misery contorted and taut under my papery skin-meati looked up and the blue sky was blockedby a clawed and furry blacknesshalf the body limp and hanging like lawlessnessth… Discussion Rigor Mortis 1 Like Poet Heart

A bridge

and four chambers

choir

by memory sing

the flowing

centre of…

Blog Poet Heart 2 Likes Sirens I hear sirens screaming through my veins Weeping lights out of my flesh Arresting my thoughts with handcuffs Interrogating the freedom of my soul Tempting sins have brought me to pounder the cognitiv… Discussion Sirens 2 Likes Smoke City sand me down to something new break this old snakeskin ive been wearing since my first cigarette and tar dripped down my teeth a welcome mat spitting asbestos a samurai wielding a glass katana all my… Discussion Smoke City 2 Likes

September 2012

Removal of Stephanie Esther Evening all, After receiving a second complaint, and reviewing the most recent comments of Stephanie Esther, we have decided to remove her from the site. In line with the moderation policy Stephanie… Discussion Removal of Stephanie Esther 7 Likes Proposal Do not listen to the voices, dear, who say love will never age, whether style, machismo or fear. They are wrong however solemn they appear, the poet, the prophet and the sage. The future must remai… Discussion Proposal 2 Likes everything else is a lie Love is the silence shared between us, Everything else is a lie Love is every moment of oblivion Everything else is a lie It is that which never made sense For it needs not to be made sense of Ev… Discussion everything else is a lie 3 Likes Settled cold bayonets lining george street spelling out a constitution in severed headsa long parade where nothing is invisibleand a dropped fingernail started it alla need to expand, to plant feet on a new… Discussion Settled 2 Likes Curse of Comfort Amid liberty we’re seated... In our fine portion of fortune... The world suffocates, yet still... Convenience tucks us under a blanket of silence blindfolded to poverty lines, War and land mines, Mur… Discussion Curse of Comfort 1 Like

August 2012

Waking up You are my faraway talisman a point in the distance that I know cannot be touched and I can set my sights to you in fantasy and know nothing will ever become of it magic moments curled up behind p… Discussion Waking up 1 Like for big al' who said love was over-rated… love touches but cannot be touched nurtured by faith and virtue it always betrays grooms itself with barbiturates health foods fat austerity gluttony lust virginity fucking generosit… Discussion for big al' who said love was over-rated… 1 Like Raining cats and doggerel.

At last, a beautiful dismal day

has arrived.

Rain falls, breaking the sun scorched

stranglehold,

falls all the long day, and into

the night.

Hours and…

Blog Raining cats and doggerel. 1 Like Spaces Between Leaves Winter branches sway. Glimpses of blue-gold sunkissed sky, gently swept aside. Evening light recalls a summer night, alone with you on Scarborough Beach. Young, without a care... we decided we'd slee… Discussion Spaces Between Leaves 1 Like

July 2012

The countdown 5-4-3-2-

photo The countdown 5-4-3-2- 2 Likes Paper Storm Last night in my dreams, I had drawn a tropical storm. Dark, menacing beauty. Gusts of charcoal somehow rendering paper houses ripped and torn. Magnificent anger and movement without a trace of my ha… Discussion Paper Storm 2 Likes

June 2012

For the richer poet and the poorer critic -… - for Stephanie Esther The good poet wrote a poem, a song of themselves, in a cage of metaphysical iron and made a linguistic turn that would make Cyril Connolly blush in a postured niche like the… Discussion For the richer poet and the poorer critic -… 1 Like