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 disrupted by…

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 the…

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 we can’t…

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 dark corridorPassing the main bedroom firstI never went in…

I get into the office lateMy body wouldn’t let me get out of bedDespite the morning meetingI spilled my morning coffeeMy hands wouldn’t let me drink anymoreDespite the report I need to focus onI bite my tongue during lunchAs if to stop me from saying yes to any more workEven my mouth demands I don’t…

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 directionThe ambitious are seeking glorytheir heads already in the cloudsThe meek are seeking safetymoving further off the groundI am halfway up a skyscraper myselfBut I…

The junior programDevelops senior playersThat’s not the problemThe senior men’s teamWins silverware in state compsThat’s not the problemThe women’s programIs solid and consistentThat’s not the problemAll abilitiesHave a chance to partake hereThat’s not the problemThe engaged fan baseVolunteers and supports themThat’s not the problemSo what’s the problem?Arrogant and annoyingThey don’t know their placeThey didn’t forgetWhat…

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 darknessI don’t know if this placeis where he restsI don’t know if this placeis…

A cold and still nightA traffic filled journeyThe crowds arrived lateAnd then South scored earlyThe first half a flurryAggressive directSouth wanted to scoreNot simply protectThe half time break welcomedBy both of the teamsAs the Nix clicked into gearAnd South ran out of steamThey held the possessionFor forty five moreThe Nix with the ballBut not with…

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

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

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 into…

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

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

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