Allan Lake


Unsteady now on those once-famous feet. Damn those rugs on top of worn carpet en route chest of drawers that connected with forehead when he tripped and fell. Retired dancer, elderly neighbour, an oak taken down, not by a gale …

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Wattlebird as poet, declaims from leafy balcony, to perceived audience, which is just me, far as I can see but bard has my attention. Wattlebird has conviction, says what only it can say to a dozy world in need of …

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Calculus of Market Day

(Capo d’Orlando, Sicily) The song of the nearby jackhammer, removing cancerous concrete – the salt the sea – is lackadaisical but I prefer it to the relentless disco beat at this cafe just outside the sweltering Thursday market. Am I …

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