the morning paper downloads in a flash the morning what? tiny line bleeds straight across my tablet and in seconds voilà all is revealed...

on the numbers and the stars and she is back in dreamland on the lotto on the ‘scopes pumped with false hope and fingers crossed and...

hope drifts in like fog a whisper a suggestion of a maybe on a Saturday in the morning when the tank is dry bank balance said goodbye to...

catching up is cheating there I’ve said it is it though? no one will know if I penned this on the day or yesterday or several months ago...

sad nana how you make me smile what kind of mind decided to depict you (mine) you bring me joy with every sighting inviting quirky up...

thank you, Jesus thank you, lord for giving us this break forgiving our mistakes with chocolate chocolate and more chocolate and 5 games...

drawing life life drawing naked inescapable confronting in a good way line of limb large delicate stolid slim parts unseen before exposed...

a win we’ll take it rare as hen’s teeth my team making it look impossible string a few together boys bring some joy some belief relief...

I want stories not lists I get the gist of your agenda your scrupulous research a job well done boxes ticked rules obeyed the message...

the army the belt the boots the brass the pips the khaki it is in my soul my heart my family the old one not the new watch tv think of...

addicted I am to the dopamine the likes the comments hits and shares and I know it try to slow it down a bit reduce the output cork the...

Mothers’ Day looms the gloom a million chrysanthemum blooms stand wetly in their buckets cellophane wrapped celebration of the womb my...

not my city anymore o, Melbourne gone the Biting Eye Catcher Thumping Tum Sebastian’s Bertie’s Southern Cross bar jazz haunts folk dives...

different toilets in the night no guiding light strange bed wrong height no morning tea no toast no shower up at an ungodly hour...

man stands naked on the platform muscular and hairy shiny taut ready for our eyes our charcoal and our rubbers man stands naked and...

saint’s day patron he of snakes and Guinness and green beer he’s as much my saint as snags on Sorry Day my man’s hey Jude champ of...

tracing the line of your lip I slip into love and loss and long to journey back to then the days we spent alone together welded at the...

the ball the ball the spinning ball will break your heart tear you apart it’s just a game they say it’s not it’s so much more than that...

the alphabet will save my life my mind my brain my sanity A B C D… there she goes H I J K… what was that name I felt a tiny click at M...

relentless summer creeps its weary pace across the yellow lawn past weedy clumps of yesterday’s fair shrubs and blooms too hot to tidy...