A train ride home from the city calls on many...
Sydney is a big place and too busy for dreams...
Samee, a great Gal!
The Movie we saw, was not one you would ask to see...
I followed the others
to the Women’s Baths...
You call it sin,
Yet don’t see what makes me truly happy...
The history of walls
it's a proven fact...
Upon the crest of
the moon she lay...
Comparing Brexit
to a Winter flurry caused...
The sad poet
He rises from his bed, sad memories from the past...
I stare at the sharp silver edges
directly in the path I'm headed...
trays-
piled up with...
A piece of orange hair stitched into his scalp
he must have forgotten to wear them goggles...
He lives in a bubble
with a constant need to blame others...