You’ve got to be media savvy,

You’ve got to decode the encoded.

Lounge rooms across Australia have erupted into division

regarding the value of all this reality television.

Today there are horses bolting

out of the sun, towards us

in a snort of black heat.

Close your eyes and the likeness

of a sun remains somewhere, there

in the dark of your brain-eye, rising

The time has come for us to put on trial

the army of men who are living in denial,

under the belief that a few strands of hair delicately spread

I love the significance of others. Of myself. Mourning the loss of people. Celebrating what they left behind. Like a detective. The footprints of those who have come and gone. Imagining what they were like, what it was like to be them, stealing the best of their times.

by Josh Callinan

I’m wet and getting wetter
foot after foot,
going faster and faster,
searching for shelter
through sheets of grey.

I stop for a moment,
for direction I think,
then I remember
where I should be.
But it makes no difference now.

Tower tower quite contrary

why do you work but every tenth time?

Harried users harbor suspicions

of big-brother ambition

Wishing sometimes I could go back to the way things were

Back when I was a child

Life was easy in so many ways

Until abuse arrived and hurt came through my door

God’s Day

Lord, how was your day?
Did you laugh today?
Did you cry today?

How was your day Jesus?
Did you comfort the mother who lost her child?
Hold the girl whose heart lies shattered?
Stand beside the man who lost his job?

How was your day Lord?
Did you reunite the broken couple?
Did you carry the burden of the cancer stricken man?
Did you save the child when the car hit her?

Finally found

the tunnel

oh promised land

that held

God’s Day

Lord, how was your day?
Did you laugh today?
Did you cry today?

How was your day Jesus?
Did you comfort the mother who lost her child?
Hold the girl whose heart lies shattered?
Stand beside the man who lost his job?

How was your day Lord?
Did you reunite the broken couple?
Did you carry the burden of the cancer stricken man?
Did you save the child when the car hit her?

Left & Leaving

Going Home:

I’m on my way: back to a place where the heat compounds in the stiff air around my temples and wears me down over hours not days til I can’t stand to be in this place any longer.