Born in Sydney, ’71. Was once a casual, relieving teacher, now a community library assistant. My scribblings (poems, short stories, etc.) have been published in magazines and anthologies in various countries. A full-length book of my poems, " and them and the jackals and the night" , was privately published in 2001. One copy may still be available, but I am presently wrestling with an acrobat nicknamed “Adobe” to get it into a down-readable/ -loadable pdf.
Was once the founder and editor of the print and online journal, Red Lamp, which published realist, socialist and humanitarian poetry. Some back issues and an audio CD of the journal’s launch in Newcastle, featuring working-class poetry from the inaugural issue, are still available. (In fact I have them in a box collecting wonderful amounts of dust.)
When the mid-winter moon is a full, ripe peach
When a gentle breeze blows through the trees
An old man wanders down a dead, country lane
Past a turnpike - left broke by the centuries
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as the nights of passion are
cooled by memory
as the street bears the weight
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In midwinter you will find me
Appearing better than my companion.
From a distance, at first glance,
One may mistake me for the head of Medusa!
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I don't know about you
but one of the best recollections
I have about eating at McDonalds
As a child
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Lit bright by fire both wanting & searching,
I'm proud of you and that old, Newy crowd;
A lone portrait from a youth of yearning.
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