Tag: Moving words video voice
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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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Poetry pack number 9
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…
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Poetry pack number 8
Another set of travel poems from 2008. Plus the last one that came to me from nowhere and something insisted I write it down. Not my family. Kit Kat Kapers. A club with a dress code. Minimal or no clothing required. Sexy dance club. Reflections. Comes a time when travelling, that we look at where…
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Poetry pack number six
Spam poem One day going through my spam folder, as you do, I thought some of them were so ridiculous, they could make a good poem. So here we are. Kisses across the planet So embarrassing! I thought there was an element of attraction between me and a lovely DJane that I met. I wrote…
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