:Repetition:
in the kitchen, the tap still drips
the rain still patters and the clock
still ticks
:Wait:
through the window and the drizzle she can watch
cars go by; through the late news and the hours
she can sit alone and
:Hold:
this never happened, this never could
and if she thought it likely, you know she’s leave for
:Reprise:
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Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer. For the first 20 years of my working life I worked as an entertainment journalist, publicist, PR consultant and in advertising and media agencies. In the second 20 years, I worked in marketing roles at non-profit organisations then retrained as a teacher, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees. Also did miserable McJobs, and a long, happy stint at an art gallery.
