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Four shootings took place just five minutes after I left Minnis Downhome Pharmacy.
If I had been there for another five minutes, one of the victims would've been me.

Written to my daughter's artwork: http://jessicamccallum.blogspot.com.au/p/exhibit.html

I loved my pooh bear. That doesn't mean I want to play with it again.

I'm currently the Cafe Poet in residence at Burns Beach Cafe on the Sunset Coast of Australia. This is one of the poems written during a coffee break :o))

Don't
Mistake my froth
for sweetness - your long

The evening’s sunset glow, that reddens the West,
departs from me as day departs,
what would it do else?
tumbles away,
not into rest as I do, down, restful, at first, dead-away;

remind- me hace recordar
through- atraves
buildings-edificaciones
warm- clima templado
clouds- nubes
unforgettable- inolvidable

Waste of my time.

Somebody's put Baby in a corner...

The kids at my new school liked me when we moved to Walsall. That was a problem. It meant I had to invent credible stories to distract them from hanging out at the flat.

Tuesday 23rd July 2002.

What do people need to create? Money, food, love, bad luck, happiness?

'A bit of a cliché', written on 19 May 2013

Love comes in strange places.

I nicknamed her ‘Papillon’,
from that very first day I saw her...

I am drowning
At least, it feels like I am.
But not in water…
I’m drowning in my parents disappointment…
My ambition and stress
I’m drowning in my friends troubles

Monday 15th July 2002

I do not apologise for content of this short tale.

It was the only gift his father ever gave him. Arriving home from the pub, he called Michael’s name as he slammed the front door.

amid the ruin of crisis – families
desperate for life
caught in the swamp of despair