A Poem – Halloween

Orange and black,
The night attacks.
The ghosts snear,
The sun sets in fear.

Brown and gold,
The year is old.
Don’t try and reason,
It’s a frightening season.

Yellow and red,
Dance with the dead.
Faint hearts cower,
Vampires devour.

The colours of ‘ween,
An unsettling scene.
Yet I feel content
In this sick temperament.

-2007

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UPDATE : Lane Cove Literary Award – Shortlist

In an update from last week’s news – Tower Of Fog and Gull & Leviathan have made the shortlist for the Lane Cove Literary Award under Short Story and Waterbrook Poetry Prize respectively.

It is very exciting and humbling to have made it to the shortlist in both categories. The winners are announced October 29th.

You can read Tower Of Fog and Gull & Leviathan for yourself by following the links below:

Tower Of Fog

Gull & Leviathan – A Fable

 

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waterbrook

Lane Cove Literary Award

Some very exciting news today – Tower Of Fog and Gull & Leviathan have made the longlist for the Lane Cove Literary Award under Short Story and Waterbrook Poetry Prize respectively.

To have my work considered out of the hundreds of entrants is very humbling; congratulations and best of luck to the other finalists, the winners are announced October 29th.

You can read Tower Of Fog and Gull & Leviathan for yourself by following the links below:

Tower Of Fog

Gull & Leviathan – A Fable

 

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waterbrook

A Poem – Comet

When the sun is down and out for hours
And the blanket of night covers – don’t cower!
Look up, observe, like illuminated flowers,
Pouring like rain, it’s a comet shower.

They shoot and dart like a canine lick,
Aside symphonic cricket-y click.
Magnificent space makes me giddy and sick,
But a speck beneath the palatial cosmic.

Everywhere, up! Constellations to see
On a canvas of sky nocturnally.
Spin and glide in a meteor dream.
Driftwood in the sea, float through galaxy.

– 2009

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A Poem – We Are The Vagabond

We are the vagabond,
We wander place to place
With derelict aplomb
And apogee of grace.

We are the vagabond,
We are what we are.
But soon again we drift along
And chase our endless star!

We are the vagabond,
And who are you to judge?
Our hate of higher echelon –
The venom of our grudge!

– 2012