26.0: INNOCENCE



Canada, Late September

A haiku and a meditation     In all places now we hear the wind sing of war: dust will fall for dust.   * * * *   I stepped briefly outside myself – or so I thought when …

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That Old Light on the Hill

I dreamt up a little verse – and in my mind, a circus-ground of sound, it neatly rhymed before this telling (inevitably) brings it worse. In fog, a weary one did climb an old stone staircase, spiralling, echoing ocean, up …

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Why be a delegate?

Alright, we're ready now. Not all issues are black and white. Not all issues are about how to fight. But the facts are: this one's different. We're not it. A creature marries. Is reborn. It marries again. The history, thus, …

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Radiant (1959)

The summer dust storms shroud my mother as she labours with this the end of the sixth decade pregnancy. A year earlier Maralinga rains settled on South Australian soil. Now Strontium 90 is lifted and dumped as soiled westerlies finger …

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Discovery

for Claudia     groove carved in your brow you consider the motion of your fingers – splayed first, then curling, two at a time to a loose fist a moment earlier your head jerked back, face crumpled, perplexed by …

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Skydiving With Elephants

He looked at me like I'd just suggested he go tandem skydiving with an elephant as his instructor, then shook his head, swivelled his chair around, resumed tapping at keys. I shrugged, said 'what?', rolled my chair over beside him. …

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Daddy’s Girl

for craig       in the lead up to today your fifth birthday daddy's been trying not to imagine the anticipation of your first day at school last year he pictured you throwing first a ball with your cousins …

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Edge Music

So, Yes, she said – because, you see, I had been walking along Maroubra Beach with my T-shirt off in the late morning of a windy day, with flat lazy surf in dribbles and splashes and my need to do …

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Invitation to the Cult of Musth

My fingers hold the old pocketknife. 'Many uses,' master said, and a picture on the side, carved into ivory: a bull elephant grunts, solitary. 'Cut something else away,' he said, grinning. My hand worked the wood block, and the pen …

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Polish Stripper in my Lifeboat

Dear Polish stripper Monique (if that is your real name), We are in the same boat. We are in the same lifeboat. And I felt you. Either that or you brilliantly co-opted my sensibilities and took my money. You can …

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You With the Leopard Spots

You looked so bold and strong this morning I said you seem much better, you with the leopard spots. And you expanded around me your lips and eyes fusion of man and woman forget all distinctions The woman in you …

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Eeyi Eeyi Duck (quack quack-quack)

Sleepy sleepy time crawls over the dirty horizon Like so many ducks – quack quack quack Eeyi eeyi duck quack quack-quack They come crawling in a dust storm yellow rubber Green with trapped water Squeak squeak spurt – are you …

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