hugh wade

Author: Hugh Wade

  • Haiku #2

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    years old tears burst free southern highway winter rain hearing sad love songs

  • The Legacy of Mad King George

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    Anglo-centric colonial thinking Seeps through the convict/cop generations of this land. The old cultural time warp of Empire. The homeland advances, changes and redefines itself through action in the world. The colony, desperately at first, then fading into habit, maintains the conservative paradigm of late 1780’s England. A stagnant Empire ruled by a madman, at…

  • Nightclubbing

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    Riding the night club juggernaut In our smoky minds … Spilling out of Cornucopia We wandered the party nightscape Before checking out Hysteria Peering into Myopia Then settling for Fantasia for a while Moving on as the night grew hazier We forgot about Amnesia Something fishy about Miasma Dystopia was too crowded Landed in Nirvana…

  • My New Hat

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    I won’t go back to Nebraska She said as she sold me a hat There’s more of the world here in Newtown And that, my man, is a fact The hatband grabbed my attention Rasta red, yellow and green Then the shape, pattern, colour and pricing Completed the hat of my dreams Perfectly weighted for…

  • When Dad had a stroke

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    Tidying up before you go OBE (Over Bloody Eighty) Tripping through your roots Back home on family soil Touching base with sisters and bro Measure your survival in memories England Scotland Ireland Wales Your Four Nations tour With your loved one by your side O lucky man, To have a second chance and get it…

  • Bronte Midnight

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    Water darting in the rockpools Quicksilvered by the moon Rugged raggedy waves roar          In the nooks and crannies          of the stalwart stones A crinkling luminescence Pulses on the horizon just off Bondi As a darker poem struggles Beneath my hurt and aloneness for the breath of life

  • Haiku #1

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    trembling on a branch shards of snow fading away buds will soon appear

  • Remembering Mankavitch

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    Gary K. Mankavitch: Spiritual Detective More than twenty years have whipped by since Max Thrower and Phil Muscatello opened an Audio production house in a room in a dodgy men’s boarding house in Darlinghurst. They called themselves “Really Really Big Productions” because they were so small. (That’s irony for those of you up the back…

  • Trident Blue Final Mix

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    Here is an audio version of my “bush” poem “Trident Blue“. You can read along by clicking the “Read more” on the RH upper corner of the Soundcloud page 🙂

  • Constantly evolving Pop-Up Gallery

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    It’s been a while. I must have been having fun in the corporeal world. Part of that fun has been creating the pieces on show in this short video. Feedback is always appreciated … I never know if what I make is rubbish or gold. Here’s the video … 2014 PopUpGallery … constantly evolving from…