Monthly Archives: May 2018


So many empty words I hear All platitudes and I Am Anne and I find unfathomable Do they just want me to die? To fade away completely Longleat seems to me They misconstrue my every wish Just to live in … Continue reading


In deference to Longleat Captivity for me Feels more like what is convenient With less freedom to be Myself I am old and weary My life has not gone well Circus was a sentence More akin to hell An overiding … Continue reading


Old in the tooth With masterful thoughts Captivity really With all of its warts Breeds introversion And solitariness Ofcourse there are keepers All Humans lets stress They have a job to do Our banishment they Orchestrate its true Everyday I … Continue reading


It feels like a hopeless situation And the ideology From the circus Isnt really lost Thats how it seems to me Arthritis is an ailment That leaves me in despair When disappointment surfaces Such forlorn hope is there It crystallizes … Continue reading


Still here alone Not much to do No one to speak with Which is true I have some sand And a plastic ball 3 little goats But that is all They raised my expectations high But I am irritated and … Continue reading

The Minutiae

The fighting men are likened to the termites That we see Scurrying about their world With such legitimacy Enacting all the regulations Following the laws Riding down the valley path And hearing the applause Enchanted by the lilac waves Of … Continue reading

The Kaurareg

Aboard the cutter “America” From Sydney to Brisbane Which hit the Madjn Reef near Horn And was never seen again The crew it seems all drowned Including the captain he Captain Thompson died in front of his Wife apparently She … Continue reading

KOA And bush tucker

A true resoluteness A stoutness of heart Knowing what is precious And how much apart You are from the masses Where concrete and glass And corporate tension Tears into ones class Where the vapid snd colourless Drabness evolves Where prolixity … Continue reading


to the fictional shadows Where wisdom and need Where the anticipation Of predators feed The great forboding The prophetic eye That looks down on each night From its place in the sky The great flow of energy The oracle who … Continue reading

Aunty Ro Mudjin a pal o’ mine

The existence of creation The importance of its worth The undeniable history Played around Mother Earth The immortal the enduring The sum and substance we Share with the perpetual The complex and the free Tangible and solid Grounded everywhere Heartbreaking … Continue reading