For Harry (My College Room-mate who Died) (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
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 ...
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 ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
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 ...
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 ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
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 ...
Colours in lamplight are previews, scarcely eschewed as wave-length turbulence tuned to closeness and friendship. Colours in firelight are skin-warmed ...
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
Ah, the aromas of that conversation, the brimming, cappuccino smile swirled in chocolate rich and cinnamoned, the gentle coffee curlicues ...
Nicky said I couldn't write, she's got a charming sense of social etiquette - given she's a bitch (the canine ...
It's Wednesday, September 6th and a birthday, again, these things arrive tediously on time with wry regularity - and sadly, ...
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