Farewell To Parramatta

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For the better part of the last two years I’ve been living in a.. rather large town called Parramatta, to the west of Sydney. It’s been a time that’s had it’s ups and downs and this place will certainly hold a lot of memories – but this weekend we move back further West, leaving the chaos of this rapidly expanding urban sprawl behind for something a bit more suburban.

Parramatta has a lot of promise, and a lot to like, but it’s not a place that I would like to live for a long time. It’s primary benefit is proximity to the city without actually being in the city, but all that is changing. I’ve been coming to this part of the world for the better part of 15 years and it hasn’t just grown – it’s exploded. The population growth and residential demand is happening faster than developers can manage, having not had the foresight to see what would happen all those years ago.

Anyway, irrespective of how I feel about the place, it will always stay in my memory, and as I like to do in moments like these, I’ve expressed the majority of my feelings in poem.  Continue reading

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An Ode To Beard VIII

That's what happens when you swim a lot and don't wash it!

That’s what happens when you swim a lot and don’t wash it!

I’ve been thinking about my semi-annual beard trim a fair bit lately, probably thanks to the heat. The thing was, of all the beards I’ve had (and I’ve had a few), the last one I had was easily my favourite. It was large, healthy, colourful and more.

Alas, a severe bout of unusual summertime hay fever the other day led to me shaving it off in a frenzied rage. Normally shaving a beard off causes you a bit of regret after you do it – but by now, I’ve learned that they grow back, and rather quickly, too.

But I couldn’t let my last beard – Beard VIII – go off without acknowledging its majesty, so enjoy this poem:  Continue reading

Saturday Poetry: Writing and Moustaches

old-typewriter_1Will Saturday become poetry day? I doubt it, but this one is! Yay.

Today’s first poem was written in stark contrast to the 50,000 word novel I’m attempting to write this month as part of NaNoWriMo, contrasted against the pay-rates of freelance writers. There are moments where I think it’s shit and I should be writing something else instead – perhaps something hilarious and skitty – but no. The biggest lesson I’ve learned so far is that nothing teaches you quite how bleak and potentially psychotic you are like writing a Thriller. Anyway, here we go.  Continue reading

Life Stories: Lock N Pop

article-2016053-0D0F7E8D00000578-896_634x386I consider myself relatively lucky when I think that, at 29, I’ve never broken a bone. None of my own, at least. I did play a large part in a friend breaking his wrist many years ago but that’s another story.

That being said my life hasn’t been injury free. As well as the dog attack, I’ve given myself permanent scars from a few bad cuts, had my entire foot parked on by the weight of a Holden Commodore, hit my head many times and more.

Perhaps the closest I’ve ever come to what I presume is the next level of pain was only a few years back. Continue reading

Out In The Amber

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On Sunday I had the joy of going out and watching a gig for the first time in what felt like years. The music (supplied by Brazilian metal gods Sepultura) took me back to my aggressive teenage days – but there was something else that happened that took me back to practically every single gig I’ve been to. Perhaps you can relate.

This gave me an idea for another of my classic poems, which from conception to completion took all of 15 minutes. I wonder if any of the classic poets and literary greats had the intentional ease and dazzling skill that I do… hmmm. Anyway. Continue reading

Sprung To Death

This guy gets it..

This guy gets it..

In case you can’t tell, my hay fever is pretty bad at the moment.

There comes a certain time of year
That I can’t help but hate
Perhaps if you’re a bit like me
You can also relate  Continue reading