Prospect NSW (For Anita Cobby) (Dale Harcombe Poem)
The hushed dark hugs the streets. Somewhere a cat snaps the silence. Dogs begin to bark, like a pack moving ...
Dale Harcombe Poems (6 Poems)
Home’s Kid (For Glenn) (Dale Harcombe Poems)
This time I know I will never see him again. For a time he played the game, like a child ...
Brass Kaleidoscope (Dale Harcombe Poem)
My daughter raises the smooth brass kaleidoscope and watches as coloured glass slivers conspire together. New worlds create themselves before ...
For Joseph (Dale Harcombe Poem)
Your ears will never hear sounds that to me are ordinary as air. From the hour that you were born ...
Bruise blue (Dale Harcombe Poem)
Frail as smoke, she drifts through the crowded train, bringing with her the cold ashes of poverty. Without a word, ...
Mollymook (Dale Harcombe Poem)
All week, in this rented house, sea spray and whispers of wind weave through the eucalypts, like a Sondheim melody. ...