If I cut off my much-abused left side I’d instantly be heartless and one-eyed. What an achievement, what a gem! I’d have the makings of PM!
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Category: politics
Chook Gossip
Corn’s done. Peck Peck. Time for bed. More room tonight Dom, Dom. Did you hear, Dom Dom? did you hear about Gladys? Gladys? Eating eggs, yes eating eggs they say. Silly old Gladys. Silly girl. Eating eggs. She knows the rules. Greedy Gladys, Egg peckery, Dom Dom. Up before the Ipeck. It won’t happen again, … Continue reading Chook Gossip
Conversation
she said: "journalism is an omlette broken eggs and the mothering dreams of cows" "social media fry-up" he objected graphite eyes among candles "truth is cartilage the bend makes us beautiful" merlot flame in glasses glowed his stone her fire and the blackening between Written for De Jackson's dVerse Quadrille Monday #137 - "Stone"
Things that Pass
It was said that all things must pass: the big wheels turning, turning over the drought-lands, the down-and-out lands cattle skeletons ploughed in like rotted ships fence-posts - frayed and far-fetched zippers - dragging lines of wind-sawn wire – dun and drear the fierce fires rolling, roiling wanton flames - the lunge and buck, the … Continue reading Things that Pass
the goose and the magpie nest
bare little tree - small bird's nest revealed (we imagine a goose one webbed foot curved to twiggy bowl, the other flaps about rowing the air honk! honk! her arm through mine enjoying a giggle). geese 'V' on high but we can't fly. we gallop the drawn lines our dog and our masks. blue sky … Continue reading the goose and the magpie nest
Truth
Soldiers (and not only you) they may lie before you die they may lie again when your speechless body is in earth's pouch the close, dark hug of it... your life given for a cause... not yours. Lies are the wounds in all our histories suppurating as tiny texts in little known museums or finding … Continue reading Truth
Extinction Rebellion
crude wooden tripods stand tethered human pendulums swinging amongst fumes and fuming damming politicians and incandescent commuters damming the city’s arteries a timely attack the heart on the hill* bloodless while the body rages taut fists enacting death throes of a planet in need *Australia's Parliament House is commonly referred to as "the house on … Continue reading Extinction Rebellion
goodbye, darlings
it was committed to the earth. I think: to search for worms; that the dead are thermometers of our Earth this friable literature this soft and pleasingly dark loam poem buried there giving birth in time to a soliloquy of flowers to say and sway as nature does comfortably green
August – Haibun Monday
August follows from a grey and fearful July – the closed hatch of cities in lock-down. Concrete and buildings hunkered under shifty, flannelette skies. The grime of recycled messages from haggard, mesh-faced leaders. Closed front doors, a stultifying blank. Resentment breeds as fast as the virus itself. Different areas, different rules. Anger like pavement cracks … Continue reading August – Haibun Monday
The River
The river rolls and whispers to me of gentle whorls and rhythms free this joyous ride, journey d’espirit to find the sea, to find the sea. But underneath this joie de vivre is tumbled sand and grinding scree, a world of strict conformity. No pebble’s free. No pebble’s free. Sharp edges worn over the years, … Continue reading The River
Out of the Cave 