Growing Apart (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We knew their names or thought we did, we knew their faces from an album of places we'd played in ...
We knew their names or thought we did, we knew their faces from an album of places we'd played in ...
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
For more than 40 years we've been good friends, since 1963 in fact, from college where we met (and managed ...
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a silent war ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
I awoke with two poets in my bed, books I chose from the library, possibly intent on a swift read ...
Somebody please explain, can you help me understand; I've watched the weather radar creep its colours on the screen and ...
Were meetings destined then this was one to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate in a matrix ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
Ronald Hi Khong Wong is gone, sadly he deceased the commencement of this week. It wasn't unexpected. He never contradicted ...
At break of day we rested, the contest of our wills declined to wrest the peace away and where the ...
The strident sounds of silence echo in a darkened room, a beggar's tomb of emptied space and barrenness, a shameful ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
If you start out every day in the same old gloomy way it's little wonder what other people think of ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
Does your semen smell like camembert? It's just a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had the ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...
I'm sure it would be easier to survive as a dead poet, I mean it in the surmise that I ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
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