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Ghost Bay

Ghost Bay The rusted ladder has long been taken, Eaten by the corrosion of the spume, And access to the beach is by an easy but steep slide Of sticky clay washed smooth by sudden rain. The exit Now a … Continue reading

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In Search of Cod

In Search of Cod … following the stars. they travel across the ocean in pursuit of life below … In turbulence they struggle to stay afloat. Stars wheel overhead behind the clouds. Moon-driven tides and wind-moulded swell steer the vessels … Continue reading

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Shimenawa Meoto-Iwa, Futami, Mie Prefecture In the shadow of a setting sun Trails light across a rippling sea A cord that weds still rock to rock A cord that weds still rock to rock Is shadowed in the setting sun … Continue reading

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The Loofah of Unhappiness – Exercise

The Loofah of Unhappiness This tangle of hardness surrounds fine, empty spaces, weaving indifference into a shape. It does not care. It climbs into space, three chimneys that exude no smoke, caked with no soot that has never seen fire. … Continue reading

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Reading at Kurilpa Poets, Brisbane

Kurilpa Poets have regular guest appearances and open mike at the Old Croquet Club on Musgrave Park in Brisbane. I read several poems at the October 2016 meeting, including “Other People’s Houses”, “Nude Descending a Staircase No 2”, “Shimenawa”, “Late Night … Continue reading

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September Dunes

September Dunes The apples are full, ripe as the setting sun And the berries are as dark as the dusk. The air has that feel of a fading heat In the end of a long summer eve. Already the trees … Continue reading

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On Retreating across the English Channel

On Retreating across the English Channel Let me confess that we two must be twain, I summon up remembrance of things past: The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem Which hides your life, and shows not half your … Continue reading

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Remembering the Unforgettable

Remembering the Unforgettable It’s a hard life being an entertainer, As the piano plays to the gentle beat Of the music. The slow, rhythmic beating of the foot Against the pedals holds up the life force Until the song takes … Continue reading

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100 Poems

“100 Poems”, a collection of poems written to commemorate the First World War, was launched on 1st July, 7pm at the Benjamin Meaker Theatre, Jersey. “Digging Trenches” was written for this collection and is included with the other 99 poems. (This entry … Continue reading

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Floating Gently lifting with the ocean, Sweeping slowly up the shore, She is resting on the boundary Somewhere between air and more Substantial fluids on her body Offer her to turquoise light Looking down from cloud free heavens Looking to … Continue reading

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