Do not whine Do not complain Work harder Spend more time alone And then you might Write poetry It is a solitary occupation JD

In a dream I was swimming between ships The sea was oily and almost still I had to be careful To avoid the underwater cables As soon as I reached the pier I showered using a harsh soap Yet I still retained an industrial smell To my horror I found my shoes stolen So I […]

Clouds build with some threat Summer Storm The air becomes heavy Summer Storm A mysterious perfume hangs Summer Storm Humidity suffocates Summer Storm Pockets of coolness are noticeable Summer Storm Rumbles of thunder Flashes of lightning This is your Summer Storm My Friend This is a Summer Storm

Pensées d’amour Pensées d’amour Pensées d’amour I found these thoughts written on three lamp posts About a mile distant from the cathedral The fourth lamp post was numbered four And somebody had written the following I am not a number but a lamp post The creator of this street art Is known to have left […]

Why does the thought Of two men being intimate Make me feel physically sick Whereas the thought Of two women being intimate Does not bother me Is God speaking I wonder I listen for his voice every day But normally remain deaf As I have not uncovered my ears But he does share his thoughts […]

I sometimes wonder Why I find certain things ugly And other beautiful

I sometimes wonder Why I love certain things And ignore others

I have a willow tree At the bottom Of my garden It shadows the river In the summer heat

Melbourne no longer lives in the city We will have to meet Gossamer At the bus station In Canterbury

My garden is a garden of gardens It is my quiet resting place Flowers of many colours Please my deep lowered eyes And the perfumes of the shallow season Silently assault my many blind senses