My new book titled “Like the Dog I Am” has now been published. You can find the book for purchase in both eBook and print versions. Here’s a short description and review written by Teri Louise Kelly; “When he told me he needed a fountain pen, I dismissed it as normal, what normal passes for anyhow in this world we ...
I watched a guy this morning parallel parking his car in a space that was too small from the start. It didn’t deter him, instead, just motivated him to hit the cars behind and in front. Push them out of his way as if he had the right to park in that very spot and they didn’t. I wonder sometimes why I ...
(It’s been a while but I think that I am finally finding it again) BUTTERFLIES IN A SUMMER MONSOON Gin Like the poor mans cocaine Fucked over It’s all the very same Sitting on a brick letterbox Naked In the wee hours Of a Morning
We went to the opening of the Adelaide Festival 2010 on Saturday night. It was to be a fireworks extravaganza. A night that would allow us to be the privileged State where we were invited to witness the greatest fireworks display ever created in this country. The same technicians who bought us the opening ceremony at Barcelona, the millennium fireworks ...
So I had the most unfortunate experience the other day… Time slows… There is an eerie silence, no sounds despite the screeching of my cars wheels…
[re-post] the mother lays he child’s head against a soft pillow as the armies move forth on the unsuspecting the entrepreneur orders his second bottle of $100 shiraz as the homeless guy who lives in the alley next to that very restaurant scrounges the bin for scraps [anything will do as long as it has some aspect of solidity] the ...
With one hand gripping the cold metal rail behind me, my other interlocks with yours. I’m stretched to full extent and straining. I hurt like no other time in my life. Every muscle. My temples feel as though they have been jabbed repeatedly with a sharp instrument. I’m not truly sure, but I think I might be crying. Is that ...
[re-post] I still think about you Most of the time it’s Late at night While the room is Dark And my tears Can remain hidden We had such a good time Together The adventures The sex The alcohol We drank too much Then you turned to the drugs Light stuff at first Then The heavy stuff I didn’t want anything ...
[re-post] It happens every now and again, you turn around to find that you have suddenly and mysteriously become an “option” for the bedding of the opposite sex. From zero to 100 in three flat seconds, fasten your racing harness and prepare for the “cocktailish” variety that suddenly awaits your tasting attentions.