Take the lid off the old wooden box and peer inside, what is there? What do you see? An old bullet from the Korean war, a discoloured gemstone from a broken lover’s necklace.
A curling yellow photo of lost teenage friends, now no more, one lost to drugs.
Some ancient coin from a faraway land, unreadable language.
Now put back the lid and pause for thought. If you...
Thursday 15th December 2011 1:31 pm
imagining her face
a butter dish
the cow on the lid
is sat on a creamy base
licks of grass growing up its sides
in gossamer tissue
taped at the edges
so as not to give away
all the way home
Sunday 30th October 2011 12:00 pm
These travelling shoes
walk without weary wonder
they drift past
into tangential horizons
and that is where
this wandering soul
goes off to, willing
and remembered only
by fleeted echoes
of short-memoried soles.
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Monday 19th September 2011 2:44 pm
...and will be published in a book called UPLIFTING MOMENTS
Born out of diverging needs and used in battle, american airframe and english merlin engine creating a machine quite unlike any other. At home six miles above the earth protecting silver lumbering B-17s from murderous nazi fighters, down on the deck filling the krauts full of lead dont tell me tha...
Tuesday 30th August 2011 12:19 pm
MY LITTLE COLD WAR
My mate sent some song lyrics to me, by some band. I read them after reading my story on my nuclear armed stealth jet being used in anger. I’m trying to make sense of the cold war I grew up in now, so many years later. It’s so crazy. The younger kids have no idea but my mate does, he’s only 21 but he tries to understand what it was like growing up under the shadow of the...
Sunday 7th August 2011 12:55 pm
I’m glad the steam rally won’t be here again.
I can ride past on the 85 with no reminder.
Nothing to make me dwell on those three days each year
When you were so engrossed – in steam!
Although we had the ancient taxi – off the plate -
You had to go there on your bike - I bussed it.
It seemed so romantic, meeting up
as you removed your cycle clips
while I f...
Tuesday 2nd August 2011 8:18 pm
I walk from room to room
and try to catch a glimpse of you,
but all that I could see,
are muted shadows playing tag.
Sunlight catches visions
of days now stored in memory
and with your recent passing,
you climbed upon the misty crag.
The kitchen tap still leaks,
we've fixed that oft and time again;
your trusty stove still works,
those smells and tas...
Friday 25th March 2011 11:41 am
Thursday 3rd March 2011 11:20 pm
twinkle in my ear
a velvet touch of
invisible fingers quietly
mingle on a weathered cheek
with sullen humid arvo sweat
bleating echoes in the wind
dessicated foliage rustles
as creaking floorboards
whisper willowed memories --
childhood's laughter rings
clarion of tomorrow fades
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Monday 10th January 2011 1:36 pm