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My stories

Like Montgomery Clift

It's building. This angst. Thick black bile. A heavy weather. Avenues empty, paths harden. This heat haze, can be grabbed. I sit in profile. Hopper honed. Framed by skylight,

Valley Story

Sickle moon hangs cockeye over the valley. Bubbling pots, sweating out sweet mists. The rosy boy poised proudly for dinner. As sunset hobo shuffles in for his piece.

From The Boundary

Victoria Park at dawn a chorus of leaves rustling her from whiskey sleep to dappled day the pipsqueak crows of midwicket long hop dewed worms as she crosses throws a stone

Shaved Grass: August 2006: St James’s Park

On shaved grass he lies. Under a bleached sun. Flicking pages like wasps. The dullness of late August, tires and twists hope. In this man-child. Waiting for the change, of turned leaves.

Long Way From Alice Springs

he red earth. Like baked blood, glowing behind her. Her gold freckled hands, shield the greenest eyes. Saluting the sun, as it drops. A dead weight. Flaming, in moments. Hemispheric.

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