01.29 When we look up at stars on breakwe see only stars behindthe exhaled Milky Wayof Bobby’s Golden Virginia,ways to navigate shift patterns,nothing seismic or anything approachingtruth; for us stars mean only... Read more »
To Wordsworth Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to knowThat things depart which never may return:Childhood and youth, friendship and love’s first glow,Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.These common... Read more »
The Secret Day My yesterday has gone, has gone and left me tired,And now tomorrow comes and beats upon the door;So I have built To-day, the day that I desired,Lest joy come... Read more »
The new Adelaide festival board has issued a public apology to Palestinian Australian academic Randa Abdel-Fattah, and has promised she will be invited to Adelaide writers’ week in 2027. Abdel-Fattah immediately accepted... Read more »
Now, Mother, What’s the Matter? Only the monsters do not have troubled hearts.Life is for troubled hearts. Art is for troubledhearts. For my whole life, Hamlet has beena bridge between. Hamlet’s ‘Now,... Read more »
The director of Adelaide writers’ week, Louise Adler, has resigned after the board of the Adelaide festival announced it had dumped the Palestinian Australian author Randa Abdel-Fattah from the literary event. “I... Read more »
Dream-Pedlary i. If there were dreams to sell.What would you buy?Some cost a passing bell;Some a light sigh,That shakes from Life’s fresh crownOnly a rose-leaf down.If there were dreams to sell,Merry and... Read more »
The Man in the Wind The man in the windwho keeps us awake tonightis not the black monk of the windcowering in corners and crevices,or the white face under the streetlightstricken with... Read more »
Winter Walk She left the hut and bright log fire at noonAnd walked outside on crisp white winter snowTo find the iced slopes shadowed like the moon,The wild wood desolate and bare... Read more »