The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
Should you be allowed sole privilege of unconscionable martyrdom? This affliction is self-pity brought by suffering as penitent to unrequited ...
It would have been love, I am sure of it, and I held her hand torn between concern and pride ...
You lift the lid in awe, a seat and lid upon an inside stall where you can go, quite unlike ...
She came at night, her gentle hands defused the ticking bomb that was his brain, she soothed the pain and ...
"Gimme 'n F" the spruiker cried, "gimme a U" and crowd near died, they knew before he came to, Whatzat ...
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
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