There was a wonderful program on Walt Whitman this afternoon on the ABC. For 2 hours I sat like a [...]

“What a load of wank.” Looking over my shoulder, his blinding shirt, half orange, half black. He slaps me on [...]

In my secret garden I’m looking for the perfect flower Waiting for my finest hour In my secret garden I [...]

The girl from work fussed when you cut your finger. She lingered a little too long at your desk, her [...]

Unopened, unread. A coal from a new burned fire asking to be touched. Your name, small but bold. Suspended animation. [...]