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I heardShe's getting married.I don't have the words.

In Brisbane, it’s 7pm, 37 degrees Centigrade and 84% humidity. The air’s so thick, it’s like breathing soup..

This evening the sky is violet. An insect chorus sings to summer’s heat, ebbing now, as the drowsy sun’s eye drops past ..

Ancient One, breath cut short by leather noose. Your prone form carefully placed into a peat bog to be compressed, preserved,..

Mark, his name was. It was Mark. The word is hard to get out, Echoing, as it does, from Caverns of forbidden memory. That sin..

There is a particularly fraught emotion that I feel at times: anticipating a sword stroke that does not come. Instead, I hol..

In the distant, time-misted past, Promethean punishments were the norm. It is important now to recognise the delineation betw..

First steps are tentative, and the little one falls often. But nascent grit is not to be underestimated.

Xenia (Greek: ξενία, xenía, trans. "guest-friendship") is the ancient Greek concept of hospitality, the generosity and..

How sad That I have seen The seeds of you, Sowed in me long ago, By your rough and violent hands Bear bitter fruit, Despoiling..