New year missile test in Times Square Delivery driver bound by bloodbath Engaged lion causes justice Heartfelt (and hilarious) COVID…
Poor Poetry
Fascism amid migrant crisis Mourning for wildlife It certainly wasn’t great Chasing waterfalls Relationship with cyber gang Begins terrible divided…
Political Poetry
Final day Under flood Extends Holiday favourites Return Soccer icon Acclaimed fashion Influential punk Brought under control World pays tribute…
Popular Poetry
Here’s what you can expect During beach outing Real story of my mum Can keep you safe Here’s what you…
Propaganda Poetry
Murders: Data shows Biden charity sponsors Trump tax returns Crisis at the southern boarder and wellness tips – Liberal media…
A Branch
I left because I wanted to see the world from a different perspective. I liked what I saw so I…
Music for a Kettle
A song for the boiling water
כְּשֶׁאֲנִי מֵת
שירה לעת זיקנה
Ornithology Is A Birden
A lonely echidna amongst the seagulls. Bruny Island music video
Freycinet
It would have been so peaceful here if it wasn’t for these bloody birds. Chirp, chirp. Calm down. You stressing…
Toilet Dwelling Emperor
On the slopes of breathtaking ridges of wild beauty, where time stopped but also exists in a state of violent change with every gust of westerly wind, I could not bring myself to sing.
The Manuka Myrtle Conference
Notes From a Bruny Island Climbing Adventure
Maria Island All Star Wombat
Despite all the scientific and other evidence on the internet suggesting otherwise, there is a substantial amount of unsubstantiated anecdotal…
The Dark Side of the Sun
The sun issued an intellectual property disclaimer for her light to all the plants in the garden: “The photons provided…
Barry Listens to the Streets
I like talking to Barry. Maybe because he is a backwards thinking, slightly racist, sexist privileged old man with old…
Go South
Music for the white duck. Sound recording of the air vibrations in Cradoc, Tasmania. Recommended with headphones. December 2020 –…
The Moai – Accomplishment in Failure
It was a beautiful and calm evening when we got back to Fortescue bay. The four of us started walking…
The Joy of Trauma
I attended my first war just before my sixth birthday. To a first-grade aspiring astronaut, war was a serious disruption.…
רִגְשׁוֹת אָשָׁם וְרִגְשׁוֹת נָקָם
רִגְשׁוֹת אָשָׁם וְרִגְשׁוֹת נָקָם הַכַּעַס עַל עַצְמִי הוּא רֶגֶשׁ הָאָשָׁם הַכַּעַס עַל אַחֵר הוּא רֶגֶשׁ הַנָּקָם לִפְעָמִים הֵם מִתְבַּלְבְּלִים אֲנִי…