Until about three years ago I had been living for twenty years in a small beach-side suburb not a million miles away from Bondi Beach. This poem is an attempt to pay recognition to a wonderful woman who has been living there on the beachfront for far longer than me. Everyone is touched by her. […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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
trembling on a branch shards of snow fading away buds will soon appear
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 […]
Summer In the café village by the sea, Angels live among us, Held dear to my heart, Spreading warmth and joy. As do the bouncy, smiling sirens Flitting between the Bays. From the Admiral’s to the Soldier Poet’s Sharing comforts of a kind. Alas, their song no longer confounds Adventurers needless of earplugs or restraints […]
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