Been busy shading under a tree while this same-sex marriage survey blows over. But in fact I’ve been trying my hand at greeting card writing. For those writers of you out there it might go against the grain, so to speak – probably flies in … Continue reading busy-ness
Are these the words I needn’t say? You say them for me when you pray You kneel upon a wooden floor Sit on a bench they call a pew And talk to those who cannot share Your presence in the holy room – Who … Continue reading Are these the words?
Built from nothing but botany and earth A harbour fore, deliverance be true. Now the best there is, anywhere on earth Harks of a persona harking back to you. My family come from Melbourne, don’t you know? The only one born and bred in … Continue reading Old Sydney Town
Dance the dance that gives a chance To come again before the end Build the build that holds a choice To feel, to fawn, via the voice That speaks to you and speaks to me As I look through glazed window to the sea That … Continue reading Dance
He slunked down to the ground He saw a shadow, not his own “Where have you been?” She asked him with surprise. “I’ve been here getting shade From the baking morning sun.” The park was empty But for their huon cries. “You left … Continue reading The Cotton Dress
Just started working 9-5 for the first time in a year. Hard to get back to the daily grind after book-writing and poetry. Here’s my take on Week 1, with a bit of satirical humour thrown in for good measure ‘Prison’ It feels … Continue reading ‘Prison’
Well, well, well.
I was going to make this blog about emerging authors and how to make the most of your opportunities as a writer but I’ve erred in my mission. I posted a couple of poems of late and you guys seem to have enjoyed reading them so I thought, why not?
Why not keep it up? Why not post more? Why not treat you all to a little bit of what I’ve been up to of late? And I’ve been up to a few things of interest.
The second book is in manuscript form and I’ll drop in to post a few poems from it in the next few weeks. It’s been a real joy developing my poetry into something I think you’ll find to be a little more sophisticated than what you found in ‘Prism’. I’ve even taken to drawing. Faces.
And I’m here to tell you, don’t ever let anyone tell you ‘you can’t’. Can’t draw, can’t paint, can’t write. I used to think drawing was such a difficult task, but then I took a couple of lessons via my good friend Google and, lo and behold, the cartoonish drawings you find here accompanying my poetry have come from none other than yours truly.
See, it can be done. Even Van Gogh took a while to believe in himself.
Walk that extra mile if it means you’ll find belief, for it will set you free – and the world will truly be, colloquially speaking, your oyster.