Allan Lake


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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