He is an Old Cat
He is an old cat Shrinking every day Into his baggy black Suit of knobbly bone and Matted fur.
Kokoda – The Day After
Sitting around the pool the day after walking/flying out of Kokoda was a surreal and dislocative experience. Fraudulent even. Here we were sitting in comparative luxury, able to flop into a tepid pool if we felt too sticky. And yet we had some claim, we felt, to some ownership of the Track. After all we…
Putting Your Heart on Your Sleeve
Not every “bloke” is keen to put their heart on their sleeve, let alone doing so by writing a poem about how he feels. It’s not something we do well – as a rule. So a feather could have knocked me down when one of my colleagues let me read (and now publish) the poem…