Category: Poetry

Bleary eyes squintInto the red rising SunOn the way to work -I’m spinning my wheelsSitting next to coworkersWho drive Ferraris- The sand is dirtyThe water even worseI chose to be here -Not writing has builtA dam filled with ideasEvaporating -I should hold back nowAnd wait for the right momentPatience will pay off

I was cleaning my roomWhen I got to the windowsI pulled up the blindsAnd I found a flyResting motionlesson the window sillIt probably wore itself outTrying to fly through the windowInstead it found itself trappedBetween the cold glass paneAnd the slatted wooden blindsIt tried to follow the light to freedomWhen it should have searched behind…

This bookshop was just like the others. The floors were carpeted and wooden shelves lined the walls along the length of the narrow space. The shelving was only interrupted by the doors, one at the front for customers to enter, and one at the back for staff to sneak away. This simple layout was also…

If everyone on earthWere to say a single wordEight billion fragmentsWould come into existenceTen thousands biblesIn a single moment My fingers hold memoriesBut only up to fiveAnd not for very longAnd not very wellBut they help carry these thingsWhen my mindIs already occupied He used to hear his coworkersAwkwardly navigate small talkMisunderstanding each other’sMeaningless talking…

I walked into a white room,it had four walls.One had the door that I had just emerged from,opposite me was another leading to the unknown.To my left was an artwork,To my right was an empty wall.The walls were white.The floor comprised of light brown wooden floorboards.The ceiling had simple bright down lights. I walked to…

Why get a worse markand challenge ourselves?Why ask an awkward questionand damage our egos?Why be seen as humanwhen we can draw on something artificial? Once we all stop being humanWhere will be find humanity?Once we all become artificialWho are we being artificial for? When perfection becomes the normWe won’t know how to handle anything elseWhen…

I will add to this throughout the month. ___ I remember my yiayia’s old houseThe white fence and the small front yardThe steps that seemed to be three quarters the height of regular stepsThe hand rail next to themThe touch of the rubber doorbell buttonAnd hearing it play from the front doorI would enter a…

I will add to this throughout the month. I get into the office lateMy body wouldn’t let me get out of bedDespite the morning meeting I spilled my morning coffeeMy hands wouldn’t let me drink anymoreDespite the report I need to focus on I bite my tongue during lunchAs if to stop me from saying…

I will add to this throughout the month. In a city I know wellI watch people climb the skyscrapers around meThey each climb aloneBut they all head in the same direction The ambitious are seeking glorytheir heads already in the cloudsThe meek are seeking safetymoving further off the ground I am halfway up a skyscraper…

The junior programDevelops senior playersThat’s not the problem The senior men’s teamWins silverware in state compsThat’s not the problem The women’s programIs solid and consistentThat’s not the problem All abilitiesHave a chance to partake hereThat’s not the problem The engaged fan baseVolunteers and supports themThat’s not the problem So what’s the problem?Arrogant and annoyingThey don’t…

I will add to this throughout the month. We are all carriedWe are the weight of the worldIt never complains Stay the course untilyou find you are going inthe wrong direction When I close my eyes I seeSomeone sitting in the darkness I don’t know if this placeis where he restsI don’t know if this…

A cold and still nightA traffic filled journeyThe crowds arrived lateAnd then South scored early The first half a flurryAggressive directSouth wanted to scoreNot simply protect The half time break welcomedBy both of the teamsAs the Nix clicked into gearAnd South ran out of steam They held the possessionFor forty five moreThe Nix with the…

Amongst the family homesBesides the Merri CreekNo trains or trams in sightThe fans walk through the streets They wander from their carsAnd make their way insideAn old suburban groundTo watch their teams with pride They join thousands on their feetNot all can get a seatThey shiver in the coldJust like the days of old Down…

The tradies in their fluroDot the city streetsAmongst the suits and parkasThey find something to eat There aren’t as many smokosThey vape throughout the dayTheir breaks are now far fewerAnd they have much less to say The suits meet them at middayFor poke bowls and banh misBut they’re quick back up the liftsThey will not…

The aroma finds me on the other side of the streetand I am immediately made aware of my stomach’s emptiness.My mouth salivates and my focus narrows. I need something to eat.My options are delicious, but they certainly aren’t the healthiest. I get closer and can see that the street is overflowing.People are laughing and bumping…

Many years have passedSince my grandfathers passedAnd since then every yearMy family gathers here For some its far awayTo visit takes the dayFor us it is quite nearWe’re quite familiar here We arrive at different timesOur sleep schedule will decideAnd as we trickle inOur lateness is met with grins Inside its bright white wallsLies an…

The suns warms my pathA path that is well wornKnown inside and outWalked morning dusk and dawn The sky is blue this arvoThe traffic has slowed downThe street is nearly quietAlmost like a small town The quiet only takesA moment to take a breathBearing down upon itA tram wakes from its rest Its been waiting…

I tried writing μαντινάδεςIn English not in GreekI struggled with the wordsThe metaphors were not neat For English felt too uglyWith lumps in the wrong placesIts flow was unfamiliarIts beauty merely traces I dug through all the wordsAnd wrote them down on paperThey read back technicallyOf man but not of nature English remains usefulSturdy like a…