Poems
The Fisherman Fugues
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
13/10/2024
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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
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
Back when I was a young man, a long time ago, growing up on the Coalfields of Northern NSW, seeing decent music meant making a
The fishing camp ghosts have changed over the years. I have recently completed the manuscript of a novel that I have given the working title
Travelling in Argentina Three years ago, this winter, I was in Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina. I went on a night time guided tour
The towns on the South Maitland Coalfields of NSW have a lot of associations between various mining regions of the United Kingdom. It is not