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Sky

Wintered sky sharpened by her consorting mizzle. His umbrella ploughed it’s furrowed path, forlorn in our suburban silence.

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Public Transport

Dark grey sloppy joe that managed the sloppy well. Lighter track suit pants, feet sweeping the platform through other people’s traces. “Spare change?” with a desultory monotone to each. Stoned or...

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The Drawer

Sometimes he needed to wrap all of desire’s broiling tumescence in barbed wire to carefully hide it in that small, slightly tight, the one that scratches at itself as you open it, timber draw that he...

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His Glasses

The glasses seemed to be on a very short leash. Almost snug under his adam’s apple, nestled there signalling the need to wear glasses, but hiding how exactly they could be put on. A stout, rubberish...

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A Small List of Small Irritants

Men who sit on the train, legs astraddle, their one and a half seats an acknowledgement of their imagined masculine enormity. Young women too excited on the phone (OMG!) People walking on a busy...

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A Tunnel and a Suit

His suit came first, working hard to punch above its weight. Actually, I don’t know anything about suits, so that isn’t, strictly speaking, true. The headphones, they were crap, I do know that. But his...

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Sweet and Sour

We have a lemon tree in our rented backyard. They can be a tad pithy, and this time of year we have a glut of these delightful, aromatic, astringent things. Last year I tied, with an old coat hanger, a...

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A Glimpse of Some Deep Red

Minor interruptions of deep camilla red that burnishes into vermillion then tarnished brown and black. I don’t know who decorates the escaped plane tree by a railway car park. For two years, in...

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Untitled

He had spent too much of his life finding fault. Dissatisfied frustrated and ashamed that he could not hear its poetry.

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Clarkefield

I had wanted to write about taking the country train to the city. Late morning hinted spring sunshine during the school holidays. As we get closer to the city the teenagers. Brash dirt talk of the...

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On the way home

He stood on the platform, quite near the edge keeping an eye on the monitor. As if the train might arrive, unexpected. Late 40s, probably from the university. He clutched near under his chin a bag of...

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Her leg

The boot, black and I expect leather, wrapped itself around her calf. One leg of the wool tights speckled her smooth leg with its gentle diamond cut outs. Rocked by the rhythm of the train and my...

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