Time repeating: a face stripped
white in the sunlight
still (unrestored) he stands
uncertain
his shirt the violent red
of the venomous: of stonefruit
fresh blood
or old-fashioned sweets from the corner store.
Hope in a vacuum?
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Worked in the Australian rock music industry as a journalist and published widely as a poet before moving to London and spending the better part of a decade in advertising agencies. Returned to Australia and tried teaching, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees but also briefly as a high school classroom teacher. Has travelled Western Europe, North Africa, Russia, Northern India, East Asia, coastal USA, some Pacific Islands, and Australia.
