Tag: Poet’s Corner

Connection On the bus looking around people everywhere, not a sound all of them inside their phone oblivious to the outside tone more ‘connected’ than ever before but losing something connected to core in the rise of machines, let us not become one a steel cold future on the horizon? Freedom Making footprints in the…

Convergence Traditional elements, mixed in with new a fresh perspective, born from two opposite worlds, they did collide but it doesn’t mean one has to have died. Point of View The bat he hangs upside down to him your smile looks a frown to him this view is nothing new it’s just the way he’s…

Sleeping Clare off-duty ballet dancer “the deep-time dance examining thoughts of coming-to-be” Clare collapses into a brown blanket, her hair skewwhiff upon a hot-wired throw, her dodgy shoulder right-angled, banked, bent to the blank, stalled drift of midnight’s slo-mo. One arm gracefully arched is a memo starched in time, from lithe limbs of ballet days…

Haiku Shook from Adelaide’s high places, butterflies surf the hummed tides of spring. Two bells, one pod, lay on the perfect space. Above, a joy-throttled tree. Thinking With the Trees Pepper trees droop in July’s soft drizzle all along Penfold Road, with the Grange vines just a spit away from bus stop 19B. Gripped in…