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I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested. I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience. I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights! (Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.) I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!) A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems. They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years. I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room. Hope you enjoy reading my work. Stay happy, keep reading, Phil Heang.

HINDSIGHT I could give you warning of the years to come, I recall them clearly. But advice is like medicine, often hard to swallow and only effective if taken. I could beg you to listen, but my words can’t compete … Continue reading

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DE JAVU There’s a boy in a washing machine. (You know, front loader type with glass door.) The boy’s going round and round. ‘Are you OK?’ I ask, as the machine stops. ‘Yes.’ he replies, ‘I’m OK, are you?’ ‘I’m … Continue reading

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Neither Here Nor There

NEITHER HERE NOR THERE The space between tick and tock is a unique distance. Too small to measure, too large to ignore. Like an unsatisfactory room, large enough to swing a sullen kitten but not a cat. The space between … Continue reading

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Travellers’ guide

TRAVELLERS’ GUIDE ‘You’re never the same after a journey.’ Nadia Wheatley This journey starts with an ending, carries you on a course back through childhood— into future. This journey doesn’t ask your permission but takes you anyway, to destination unknown, … Continue reading

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Train

TRAIN 1 There’s a train going nowhere. People are lined up for seven city blocks, waiting to board. The station platform is crowded, all ages with their bedding, a few belongings, waiting patiently. The lucky ones are on board sitting, … Continue reading

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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

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THAT SONG I know the meaning of American Pie. ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, in case you think that what you thought you just head you didn’t really hear- I’ll repeat, ‘I know the meaning of American Pie.’ Took … Continue reading

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The End.

The end, always a good starting point. Though some would say the beginning should be your point of reference to start. But then, the beginning is an end, one end of the story- and the end a beginning.

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