Poetry

Digger VE/6136

Digger VE/6136 ‘E’s an ‘andsome bloke, is ol’ mate Luke, wiv ‘is peelin’ sunburnt nose, ‘e’s six-foot-two, frum Humpty Doo, an’ farmin’s all ‘e knows– but when the call fer arms went round, the cobber showed ‘is colours, an’ now ‘e’s ‘ere on forrin ground, wiv ‘is fellow bushwhacked brothers. ‘E’s ‘andy with a bayonet,… Continue reading Digger VE/6136

Poetry

The Island

The Island Take me back half a decade to the streets of Sydney and autumn sun on the leaves of Centennial Park with Colin Meloy in my ears telling me it'll be alright in that love hate drawl while I love hate the girl that forced me there alone to walk the streets of Sydney… Continue reading The Island

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part IV

Graphic In which our hero does a lot of things and nothing much at all, a blank page is filled, we learn a thing or two about the process and realise that Dream Girl doesn't screen her calls. "Dream Girl sighs, alone in the tunnel.She's wasting all her energy holding back the blood, stopping it… Continue reading Unmasked- Part IV

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part III

After The Golden Age In which we skip straight to the comics anyway, discover a new level of disdain for the tabloids, encounter a threat, and realise that it's not every dream in which we can fly. On Monday, all hell breaks loose. The Morning Herald runs with 'Dream Girl Sleeps With the Enemy' The… Continue reading Unmasked- Part III

Poetry

Lost in a Good Book

Lost in a Good Book In a bookstore in Dublin I feel at home browsing pages like I'm in Perth again, wanting to read everything and nothing judging people on their covers judging books on their blurbs Downstairs, in a corner, hidden away, it seems, I lurk in the poetry section and feel at home… Continue reading Lost in a Good Book