Back in the cafe village by the sea for a while.
For a short time, I read poems semi regularly on the community radio station Bondi Radio.
Once I was asked to write a poem about hindsight, and one about Halloween.
Here they are.
Blue days. Conversations and thoughts about depression, triggered by a sense of sadness from a friend.
Traffic stopper. Sitting at the cafe in the café village by the sea, locals would often wonder about the stunning beauty who lived among us.
Plant, tender, reap. Early to mid naughties.
A young friend decided life was too hard and topped himself. This helped me get a perspective.
Eastgate. Another Bondi Junction anecdote.
hugh wade 
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