Monthly Archives: October 2020

shit haiku

Inspired by (the title, anyway) of Nick’s shit haiku, and shovelling manure from my neighbour’s paddock:

Fermented grass scent
twines over the paddocks where
horse-apples abound.

Llama-pellet pile
scents the morning air with smell
of smoky-bacon.

Which brought back memories of my childhood:

Another cowpat
flies through the air. Quick, run!
Grandma is coming!

and finally, let me share a family saying passed down through the generations:

Groaning and clenching,
bang on the door. “Shit faster!
The bear is coming!”


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April Witch II

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “bewitched” :

Come, walk with me –
slip into my mind like an April witch
and nestle in the space behind my eyes. Continue reading


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turtle season

“to every thing there is a season…”

The spring rains have come,
bringing the turtles out.
And now their shattered shells
lie strewn along the road,
their flesh exposed
to the bloody-beaked crows. Continue reading

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Paterson’s curse

Paterson cursed the paddocks purple,
“how pretty!” the city folk cry.
But farmers weep at fields of flowers
where the horses will sicken and die.




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the ghost kangaroo of Gundaroo

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “ghostly“:

Come gather round the campfire mates,
and we’ll share a tale or two.
And I’ll tell you one that’s true and straight,
of the Gundaroo ghost kangaroo. Continue reading


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In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt foresight:

Imagine never being surprised,
never learning anything new –
how terribly…
how unspeakably…
how unbearably…
boringContinue reading


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Invoking the priestess…

…or joining the blue-rinse set?

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “mystical“:  

the unwanted,
but unavoidable,
journey must occur. Continue reading


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Forces By Demons (FBDs)

A follow-up to Friction does not oppose motion, for Shruba and the Twisted Mouse:

Forces by demons,
and by engine elves,
and forces of motion
belong on same shelves. Continue reading


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Friction does not oppose motion!

You can’t, of course
walk or drive, with
no friction force.
Please tell your kith
and tell your kin:
You can’t begin
without friction. Continue reading


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fledgling II: kookaburra

For weeks they have circled the clearing,
pausing at each compass point
to claim their territory with a raucous laugh,
defining its borders with their mirth.

Now with a hoarse uncertain chuckle –
soft grace notes dropped into their song –
their duet has become a trio,
and their joyous laughter fills the forest.


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