When I Was a Girl
When I was a girl
I dreamed of being a princess,
where princes would love me
and all people adore.
Now my children cry in dirty beds
while I pick up pieces of broken plate,
thrown because I let the food go cold
and couldn’t get the kids to do what they’re told.
My fault he drinks to escape all this.
My fault he has to use his fist.
But when I was a girl
I dreamed of being a princess.
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Very interesting article on page 24 of the February issue of the Australian Literary Review by Ian McFarlane titled ‘No rhyme, no reason’.
This article supports a lot of the claims I made in Only Poets Read Poetry and its follow up discussion post The Threat to Poetry, and is basically an academic way of saying that poetry should punch into your head…
Unfortunately this article is not reproduced online for me to link to so I have had to resort to a scan and upload.
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sentence
take all these poems
they only make me sick
poetry is not an occupation
it’s a fucking verdict
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All Apologies
I do most sincerely apologise,
I can give you these words,
but can’t give you my eyes.
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Another sublime issue of The Diamond & the Thief from the guys at Black Rider Press.
The January ‘10 issue features poetry from my friends and yours, A.S. Patric and Graham Nunn.
Jump through the link and grab a copy while the virtual ink is still hot.
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the bottle paints it perfumed image
- days of empty despair
while the light that guided
smiles as I talk to her
- about poetry
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If, at the end I’m asked
I searched in the tattered pages of time
through jungles of wine
and clouds too light
to hold water
in wet dreams of anger
I crashed through the door
to find an empty room
with no windows
the light socket shocked my tongue
should have checked the power
if, at the end I’m asked
I’ve learned nothing other than
do not try to kiss
electricity
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An Exorcise in Futility
retracing your steps,
trying to remove the scratches
you scored in the wall
to mark off your days,
weeping for the loss of innocence,
screaming at the monsters behind the mirror
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Contemporary Horizon (Contemporan Orizont Literar) is a European independent, bilingual (Romanian & English) and multicultural magazine of contemporary culture and spirituality that has published five of my poems in their November – December 2009 issue. The poems chosen by the magazine are;
- An Anonymous Unit, Southern Inner Sydney
- Life By Remote Control
- The Meanings of Life
- Elegy for the Lost; and
- Let Days To Rest
As this publication is not commonly available, the only way to obtain a copy is by contacting the editor-in-chief Daniel Dragomirescu at drgdaniel@yahoo.com , I have attached the proof sheets showing the poems translations into Romanian.
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Recent Entries
- When I Was a Girl
- No rhyme, no reason – Ian McFarlane, Australian Literary Review, 3 February 2010
- sentence
- All Apologies
- The Diamond & the Thief – January ‘10
- in the things we hold and the things we cannot
- If, at the end I’m asked
- Ludovico [a link infused experiment]
- An Exorcise in Futility
- Five Poems Published in Contemporary Horizon
- Priorities



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