...We weren’t ones for cliché/Unless performed ironically./Weeks drift by,/The comfort of familiar phrases,/Of gestures and faces...
Stella slips into half light/silently, beckoning/her twin fussing/on my chest, first, as always
Reading Cohen on Christmas morning/Poems of love and loss and yearning
well-stocked op shop—/she sifts thru clothes racks/to find/an alternative/while I scan CD racks
Playful music poetry from Martin H Samuel
Michael Leach celebrates his birthday with a song and a poem.
In 1970, I was the drummer and pyrotechnician in the south London 5-piece band Heatwave. (You could say I put the 'heat' into 'Heatwave'!)
Martin H Samuel recalls a moment of sliding doors, of opportunity, of a question, of an answer..
Three short, playful poems. Marriage, Elvis, Lennon and McCartney.
Bendigo, May 2021 I fidget in my seat here in the middle of the second row of an intimate theatre in my birthplace of Bendigo. I am here to see a local theatre company stage ten ten-minute plays, including one I wrote. I am here with my immediate family, including my [...]