(1990. Whilst walking hungover? along St.Kilda Road at 9 am.) The street gleams with its dirty coat of dust and rubbish and exhaust fumes, like a fat and sweaty bloke walking too fast. My stomach turns as though to be sick: a moment that passes swiftly, leaving me, trembling and not...

(April 1999. Another restless night, again.) I saw a black rainbow this morning it shone on the shadow of the sun and everywhere I turned or ran Armagedon had begun ––– the Horsemen fell from out the sky (and raindrops thick as blood) and where they slashed and rode...

(1999. Exploring perceived conflicts between city and country folk.) There’s something hidden under the tranquility of a grazing pasture. something not seen, in the quiet battle between grass and bovines nor in the slow reach of pasture for the sky before it becomes silage or hay. Can you feel...

(28 September 1999. This came out of my own internal war between the New Age and the Corporate community. My cynicism often left me stranded in the no mans land in between these two sides, taking flak from both.) The winds blow cold tonight, this night, solstice eve, and...

(June 1999. Millennium… The result of another sleepless night.) The night grows cold clouds fill the void between the stars and this Earth this land that birthed you and I Hold me closer for fires of destruction rain down on these cities centuries old looking in to the maw...

(1998, Ellinbank, Vic. Aust.) I no longer speak of her nor to her my thoughts longingly stray yet she is still here inside of me ––– our parting more like a death than the split of minds unreconciled… still, I love her still. ...

(Started in 1994, completed in 2003) silence cycles of a repertoir of words, cutting quips, nothing original, new. silence defying time, change, situations remain the same, in this stagnant pool  of ideas like convection currents the same to and fro of echange recycled by old voices cut down by...

(24 December 1988. Wrote this after tossing and turning all night lamenting my breakup with Rita A.) Christmas night comes once a year  and with its pass, this heartfelt tear Turning against a cold, hard pillow  and my soul this night bleeds, with sorrow; ‘And should You sleep alone...

(1995, a haunting dream at a time of spiritual crisis) I am the Rock, on which a Church has foundered, and I long once more for the simplicity of fishing… for all that I built, in the name of Jesus has collapsed with corruption and guilt. Oh Father forgive...

(1988, parody of a Road Safety Joke.) It was a crystal crisp, full-moon light brigh evening, at a time when no shadows were cast upon the land. A man was walking A man of import A man was talking A man of warning Enlightening all people to a point...