Author: Hugh Wade
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Insiders/Outsiders
I think this came out of me drifting away from a conversation with some silly people.
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People processing
I started writing this in 2013, after another inept piece of cruelty carried out by our government of the time. Sad to say, that even with a new more progressive mob in Canberra, people are still suffering, traumatised and disappointed, in detention.
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Centrelink glimpse
A few years ago I was waiting in Bondi junction Centrelink to see about becoming a carer for my Mum. This is how it felt.
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Old on the outside
My mate Grahame, recently came to visit from Essex, England. We’ve known each other since the late 60s at Sydney University. He was about to drop out of electrical engineering to become a pop star and I was about to drop out of Medicine and get a job. Fast forward fifty odd years and he…
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Crumbling
Here’s a new poem I’ve been playing with lately. Thoughts from thinking about unhappy relationships that don’t resolve themselves.
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Poetry pack number 13
Here are two longer narrative poems in the style of mythical Australian bush ballads. Intimations of inebriety is mentioned as a poem written by Banjo Reilly, the local town poet in Will Christie’s “Under Mulga Wood”. Written as an homage to Dylan Thomas’s “Under Milk Wood”, it is set in a dying country town in…
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Poetry pack number 12
Night trains started out while musing on the late night echoing of freight trains very close to where I lived at the time. Naturally it developed twists and turns and self reflection along the way. Not really dark, but definitely beyond the flippant and comic observance of other poems of mine. This next piece was…
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Poetry pack number 11
Stars in the carpet Alone in my Bronte bedroom, musing on aging. Benighted States of Generica Pissed off with crass daggy garish commercialisation that day. Especially the stupidity of the American dream. Dungog by accident Went to a festival, got thoroughly munted, had a great time with great people. “I love you man.” Time to…
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Poetry pack number 10
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…
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