“ …. every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness” (Beckett)

every word

Be born, live, cry, die; always cry.

Why cry?

Why not?

I am not on Earth

to fail to exist,

or any other madman's fantasy.

Sammy found something

worthwhile:

he found

- Nothing.

Eat, move, create, decay;

earthen in earth

for the Archaeologis...

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This is an attempt to capture the alien strangeness of the Nullarbor Plain which borders the Great Australian Bight. Despite its name it has plenty of hardy trees in places, but no surface water whatsoever. It is a totally flat expanse of bedrock almost seven hundred miles wide, and I have driven every inch of it!

The Traveller's Eye

O the light flows quickly over this blasted plain,

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They say 5 a day and a number of vaccines are what you need to be healthy                          

They say that cancer can't be cured and that a plant should be outlawed, but what's the reality

They say we need to go to war but we've heard it all before, and it's not how it should be            

They say we need to vote so get in line, as if we have a choice this time, they act like we'...

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This poem, from many years ago, is a fantasy about the liminal stage of a rite of passage. Looking back, I can see Celtic sensibility here that I was previously unaware of.

A Man I Know

A man I know stood beside me.

Looking up at paradise birds

in flight,

he reflected their colours

with steel eyes in blinding

scintillations. Carefully,

he began to speak:

“...

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