The Slammer Conundrum, 2026 (whose hatred trumps whose)
I wear my flag with brown skin pride – Red, black, and yellow on my side. It’s more than cotton, thread, or ink, It’s where I’m from, it’s how I…
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January 24, 2026
Snake Dreaming
I In the molten hush before sunrise, Serpent breath thickens beneath the earth – muscle of creation, ancient and coiled, smouldering in the belly of red country.II With a tremor…
January 23, 2026
MAGA Christianity
O sons of the eagle, O daughters of dust, We chant of commandments, in “In God We Trust.” Parchments held high, but hearts full of rust, Trading the altar for…
January 20, 2026
The Dreamtime
1. In the hush before sun-bringing, heroes moved unseen – shadows skimming riverbank, rising where eucalypt bends beside the silent springs. Phantoms of first ages, the past stirring the sand.2.…
January 17, 2026
Burrabara-dyara (The Time of Bewilderment)
Ngaya bamal. Sun rides high – warami, old people, the barray (land) shimmers as cicadas cry out their heat song.By the ngurra (camp), we weave, fish for garara (mullet), burra…
January 14, 2026
Claytons Country
Claytons: the drink you have when you’re not having a drink. A brand for the fake, the substitute, the stand-in – Australia’s own way of pretending, performing the ritual of…
January 11, 2026
The Politicisation of the Adelaide Writers Festival
Exclusion of Palestinian writer Randa Abdel-Fatah by the Board of the Australian Writer's Festival is a shameful reflection of political interference.
January 10, 2026
Lachie & Daddy Rupie’s Parlour Tricks
Lachie and Rupie, barons of ink, Turn chaos to coin quicker than you’d think. With profit their beacon and ethics for sale, They spin every scandal and tip every scale.Assaults…
January 8, 2026
King Grift the Great
King Grift the Great, with a gold-foil crown, Parades through towns in his made-for-TV gown. He kisses the babies (but pockets their sweets), Spins tales of the swamp to billionaires’…
January 7, 2026
Chrismukkah and Beyond
GD! Great and Glorious GD, Glow at the heart of every candle, Gift behind evergreen fronds, Gently weaving wonder – GD!No face, no form, No word can frame You; You…
January 6, 2026
Sympathy From The Shadows
Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name— But what’s confusing you is just the nature of my game.I whispered in Ashoka’s ear beside the smoky Kalinga plain: First,…
January 4, 2026
Ode to Jöge – Skull Stein of Sydney Nights
Old friend Jöge, lifted high, On New Year’s Eve beneath the sky, You greet the dusk’s warm, sticky hand – No frosted air across our land. Still, dinner jackets, black…
December 31, 2025
Three Fires in the Long Night
Simple, yet vast beyond measure, Three fires have lit my path, Three hungers, more urgent than hunger, More vital than the very breath I draw.First is the longing for love…
December 20, 2025
Ballad of Fentanyl and Shadow Files
Come gather round, ye people all, and hearken to this song, Of troubled times in distant lands and power running wrong. The orange king upon his throne looked southwards in…
December 18, 2025
Between Two Nothings
I often write reflections here, but today I offer something different – a lyrical composition meant to be read aloud, breathed in, and carried with you. It is a song…
December 17, 2025
American Buffoon
Born in Queens and coiffed in gold, Little Donny wasn’t shy or cold. Nickels clinked inside his shoe, Dreams of towers, world askew.Primed at school – military “brat” – Said…
December 12, 2025
The Whiniest Bitch in America, Part 2: The FIFA Peace Prize
I want a peace prize, I deserve a peace prize, Nobody’s ever worked for peace like me, I stopped eight wars, nine, possibly fifty— (But just up here, in the…
December 7, 2025
Res Gestae Divi Trumpi
1. At seventy – my prime! (Believe me, it’s true!) Not like some sleepy grandpas who trip on their shoe. I launched a campaign – so “yuge”’ so exciting –…
December 4, 2025
The Whiniest Bitch in America
Behold the bitch with golden straw for hair, Not silver, mind you, golden everywhere. Born into towers gilded, sleek and tall, Each childhood tear was crying over gall, For all…
November 30, 2025
The Good Old Days (Or So They Say)
Back before the curries came, We knew just what was right – Meat pies, beer by midday, And brawls on Friday night.A country built on “fair go,” Well, only for…
November 21, 2025