Hi all My first print poetry book, The All or the Nothing, is currently on sale for 20% off for a limited time. It’s normally $10.00 Australian but is now $8.00, which is approximately $5.60 American or 4.30 British pounds … Continue reading Book Sale! ‘The All or the Nothing’ at 20% off for a limited time
I have read your words And seen my influence My mind is contours of constancy Of riotous colour and ascendancy My words spill across the canvas Every emotion eagerly revealed A zeitgeist for you to watch And absorb and capture … Continue reading Influence. A poem.
My wanderings, part of me, intrinsically. My wonderings, ostensibly necessary. My heart and head, as one, not separately. My head and heart, all I need, invariably. My turns of phrase never lead me astray. My phrasing, beguiling, when it turns … Continue reading Life, Finally. A poem.
I have yet to find The erstwhile substance, The peace of mind, Free from nomenclature And chilled regrets. The ice upon my lake, Covered in spider filigree And waiting to consume Me with every overly Anxious step. My navigation clears, … Continue reading The Search. A poem.
The call of creation Echoes in my mind, Oscillates in my ears, Reverberates in my soul. This call cannot go unanswered; It is the call of wild and reckless abandon, The puissant grace of the cheetah And the wind rustling … Continue reading The Creator’s Call. A poem.
Your love flows softly, delicately in and through my soul, like water. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click … Continue reading Water Soul. A haiku.
Line cast before the storm, Sent and received Let waters churn Offer up your burdens And your soothing grace So that the tide might carry All concerns beyond This harbour’s boundaries And out into the wide And yearning sea. For … Continue reading Cast. A poem.
Sometimes, I feel invisible, someone the crowd will never see. The collective and the individual residing here inside of me. Sometimes, I feel invisible, my words a faint reprieve. Their subtlety and subtext, misconstrued and unperceived. Sometimes, I feel invisible, … Continue reading Invisible. A poem.
A stream of consciousness, As deeply philosophical And wittingly succinct As Plato would suggest— Taut and streamlined, Delivered with equal measures Of eloquence and cynicism, Of fecund elucidation And resonant aspiration. Not every dinner conversation Needs such enigmatic, energetic discourse. … Continue reading Overkill. A poem.
I skirt the eggshell minefield, Tip-toeing between The thick and thin, Navigating longitude And withering latitude: Just so I can reach you. But every step draws veiled threats Masking vengeance In a trial of death defiant, A tightrope can-can Above … Continue reading Reach You. A poem.
I wondered how You were, you see Tracked you down More than easily Just a single look I knew, though hurt On, you’d moved From that cold, cold birth Which was all I wanted Both then and now To take … Continue reading Rebirth. A poem.
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? By William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease … Continue reading Poets Loved: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? By William Shakespeare
Air currents Blowing the humidity Beyond mere degrees Fan blades Circulating hungry thoughts Along with captive desire Sweat and sin Recuperating In the steamy night To ply the gulf stream One more time For more of my poetry, check out … Continue reading Steam. A poem.
Does she sit and cry? Does she pray at night, as I? Does she feel the patina of a life less inspired? Does she mirror my repose and ask the question: why? Perhaps we are, more or less, Alike. For … Continue reading Alike. A poem.
Oh, perilous logic, cast me upon the jagged knives of your perspicacity. Take these ramshackle emotions and reduce them to tears, aimless fears and accidental truths. When my ego is broken, my perspective becomes the precarious precipice upon which I’m … Continue reading Perilous Logic. A poem.
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