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

Black Sails

Black Sails Remember me, peglegged or patched falling with style into your arms- not like this. Remember me, ginlipped dripping smiles in a brick courtyard. Within easy reach- not like this. Remember me, love tricorned and corny, in a circle edemiming my way through your life. Feeling for your hand, handily- not like this. Remember… Continue reading Black Sails