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Loved

The day is done, the night has come Our home no longer in the sun. So quiet and still, the body fades and folds Sweet as that old brown river’s black soil plains. We slept—we did—on hot summer nights And talked and stirred the coals and looked and knew We were...

Lovely Mess IV

Looking for quiet and stillness, I walk along a back street. The sun on my shoulders is warm. Nice: almost as good as the sun on the back step where our dog sleeps. I relax and let my mind and soul wander. This alleyway is a new one to me. I expected something more...

The Lovely Mess: Part III

‘I couldn’t wait for the end of year footy trips to Hawaii and Bali, as I enjoyed the excitement of picking up girls and rushing back to tell the boys what had happened. I had sex pretty much as often as I liked; for a guy my age I was living the dream.’ Jason Stevens...

The Lovely Mess: Part II

I’m sitting on floorboards with an eager-eyed group of children around me. We’re in the middle of the story of Samson (from the Old Testament7). Some of the boys in the audience are rapt, other children look incredulous, and others a bit wary. What on earth is Mister...

Wedlocked

On a green hill we joined our son With a princess Around flames of burning/turning bright night. Warm hearts on cold nights We all need as the years go And the tears. Will they remember? Will they take this? Wedlocked! Warm drink body/flesh And let it be one/done ‘As...