I lived in beachside Bronte for twenty years, last of the renters, before I moved north to look after my Mum at the end of 2012.
Many lovely people, stories, parties and meals over that time.
The Café Village by the Sea tried to capture some of that.
La Donna Maria Maria was extraordinarily integral to the village down by the park, on the café strip.
Ode to the nipple. In 2010 a friend was running a fund raiser cabaret night for her friend with breast cancer. She asked if I would write a poem about nipples. Yes, of course, I said. Here it is. Imagine it’s read to a live audience.
Circus freaks. For the same cabaret night, I wrote two poems that were circus related. One dark, one light.
Cathartic cleaning. Getting rid of physical, mental and emotional clutter.
Blasphemy of dissent. Strange images and thoughts popped into my head and wrote this! I have no idea what it means either.
hugh wade 
Leave a comment