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I am sorry

    I am sorry I don’t want to stand still I want to begin to crawl And walk, run and jump But the sinking sand stops me Me and all of my stars high in the heavens. I am sorry My heart is weak and I am weak without a heart My lungs fill […]

from Sandy Room #2

8 I hear footsteps and the blood begins to listen, the scrunch of boots on sand on concrete steps: coarse bristles crisp rusking on the steps… I swam here two seasons before the tremendous surge the summer, swore I’d wear my {~} more than I had been, habitat of work and that amazing pride a […]

from Übermanis Geniac #2

7 Well, Jim, you’re dead, you know you are the only one who’s left behind a myth past the valour of his verse. A plinth has been erected, above a sewer, because poets translate muck back into water. The myth holds you versified in youth; I hated writing, couldn’t match my thought, speech likewise, stutters, […]

Hello Friend

  Playing my old guitar , Old days like dead stars, falling apart Memories hold me back, they’re trying to Steal my dreams away I’ve never seen such a lonely heart, making my six string Rot and stale. A broken guitar Broken from inside and outside I can hear the screams of pain that has […]

Symbolic Uneasy

The Dial’s swung round again: the Taupata autumns in berry clusters, tight bunches in flawless contrast, fire-orange in a roundness of green at the window, where the neighbour’s enormous grey cat climbs the step-ladder in like she lives here. Summer is three days gone, but the southern midday heat has weeks left, and if I […]


It seems romantic, looking back on it, the withdrawing of 50¢ over the counter, before eftpos, I suppose, to have enough for cigarettes. It had back-story, engraved, or engineered, as when a writer’s past helps the reader grasp the sardines, and half eaten lifestyle salvaged from dumpsters with the lumps of bread I got free […]