upon returning from the city
the weatherboard house sheds its skin of rain.
a change of temperatures divides the farmland
and the fireplace churns smoke out like wind. 195 more words
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pinned into my stomach, the wound
slowly heals, sadly
here in the summertime, a rusted nail
creaks beneath my flesh
scratched along the unnerved skin… 54 more words
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It’s funny how they listen to him now,
Although there was a time when they’d deride
That man – The President – the one who lied. 71 more words
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Friend of mine and wonderful poet and writer Ashley Capes has kindly tagged myself and Mark William Jackson in next in this little blog chain that’s currently doing the rounds online. 512 more words
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I’ve just finished reading the 2013 Newcastle Poetry Prize Anthology ”Now You Shall Know” to prepare myself to enter this years.
2013 was the 32nd consecutive year that the Newcastle Poetry Prize had run. 100 more words
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Reverend Hellfire's Sunday Sermon
This poem I guess is a kind of tribute to two of my favourite Australian poets.
I hope they like it.
He said his name was “Ghostboy“, 295 more words
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