Short Story
The Dead Come Out in Their Sunday Best
The ghosts come to him, at night, appearing in the room that was darker than the darkest mine shaft, as black as the top of
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The ghosts come to him, at night, appearing in the room that was darker than the darkest mine shaft, as black as the top of
I find, more and more, these days that I am reading books by older (or, let’s face it – old) men. There was a time
The Fisherman Fugues Fugue 1 I think the old people still walk along the shoreline here, listening to the gentle lap lap of the wavelets
One of the reasons I went to Dublin was to undertake a Joycean pilgrimage and one of the places high on my list to visit
The White Horse Tavern It began at the end. Between Christmas and New Year, I was in New York City for a couple of nights
This poem, written a couple of years ago, invokes my Primary School Christmas parties held in the heat of an Australian summer. There were no
I have been asked to post the speech I gave at the Newcastle Poetry Prize Awards for 2023. The awards are organised by the Hunter
I I find my past in another man’s poem, where the forgotten dead are named. It was in the days of uniforms, pressed trousers, blue
