last one

today is the last day of November it’s a hot one I can’t wait can’t wait to get myself to the pub and buy a beer to buy another I don’t drink so often that it ever gets old but today is the last day I’ve been toiling today since way before the sun got warm … Continue reading last one

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spe-lli-ng b-y nu-mbe-rs

Poem #18 from Small Town Kid Small Town Kid will be posted (again) as a complete collection a little way down the track. Other, currently published and available, collections can be found here.   I learned to spell in small numbers multiples of three has five and one remainder mul-tip-les-oft-hre-e sometimes I would mis-spell words deliberately … Continue reading spe-lli-ng b-y nu-mbe-rs

seasonal content

the season has changed without doubt now in the space of a week it has passed from light summer-doona to winter and back again as the nights have cooled inconsistently from shorts and no shirt to trackie-daks jumper socks and slippers each evening has been starry and cool the night before last it rained a … Continue reading seasonal content

A. Family matters

Mrs Allium Fistulosum met Mrs Allium Porrum out on the garden bed on an afternoon in late Winter. Good morning Mrs Allium, one said, and Good-morning Mrs Allium, the other replied. The days, pronounced Mrs A. Fistula, are growing longer. I’ve noticed an unsightly thickening of my leaves. I believe spring is on the way. … Continue reading A. Family matters

lagoon #30

desiccation has occurred overnight the plump water-fat fish bodies have sagged and shriveled and the waterhole this strangely fascinating study of heat and time and detached involvement has shrunk with them since yesterday it is no more now than a muddy bog a death hallow with disturbing shapes suspended in ghost branches and a handful … Continue reading lagoon #30

a short statement from the latest arrival

I wish to make a statement the latest new-arrival said I wish to tell you all about my life when I was born … was the way he began in a slow-build that took no account of time but as I trod lightly between the stones and the mounds in the grass the sound I … Continue reading a short statement from the latest arrival