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What time did time begin? What time was it just before time began? What time will time end? What time will it be just after time ends?

You hold the holocaust in your hand, sing mountains remove, but they remain, defiant, defiled. You rap on gentile heart, boast a crucifix uncrossed. In rags and tatters you moan of salvation sought through word. Wander through image, mesmerised by … Continue reading →

Road Trip I know of Viet Nam from as a child. The government wanted my body there, they said it was safe, safer than a road trip in oz. The sand pits there were filled with other playing children, (mostly … Continue reading →

The Old Mad Cow moos for milk. ‘No, no,’ says farmer Brown, ‘Cows don’t drink, they give milk. But still she moos. Stupid cow, did the others never teach you? Yours is giving, not getting. There is an order: light … Continue reading →

Saviour For Sale. The agenda is filled to overflowing with a that-ness: That a saviour may appear. That a saviour will come swiftly. But none does. So wisdom’s scroll still rambles with scratchings of the misguided, whose missives promise redemption … Continue reading →

ERNIE There’s Ernie my Dad, sits with the other murderers at the retirement home, sits each day and kills time. He sits and waits for breakfast, then waits for smoko, then lunch, tea. Next door is Don, partner in crime, … Continue reading →

WATCH THIS… There are no poems in space, you can’t alliterate around asteroids. Onomatopoeia’s pusillanimous in a scene where there is no sound. Sonnets and cinquains sink into Milky Way’s magnitude. Villanelle becomes vile against enormity of dead stars still … Continue reading →

ROAD KILL STOP sign lies dead on road, surrounded by shards of glass. Was it car or truck? Across intersection STOP sign’s partner stands grieving, back turned on carnage. Street signs watch silent, dignified, composed but ready to scream, ‘We … Continue reading →

ROADRUNNER As you burn the bitumen with coyote behind you, Do your thoughts ever drift to: ‘What if…? What if he caught me?’ If he caught me, would he make a meal of me, or would he ponder Habit Two, … Continue reading →

MORNING STROLL The other morning I was strolling through a minefield– it’s a peaceful minefield, council approved, buffer zone, high fence to keep animals out, childproof gates, warning signs in twenty-five different languages, and has actually been demined BUT – … Continue reading →