Poetry
Mar/Apr 2017
Old Girl
Old Girl Old Girl eyes draw me on first sight Pulling me close into her presenceI know Old Girl I seen her before My Aunty My Nanna My Cousin Her […]
Poetry
Mar/Apr 2017
Yurna Australia
Can you smell it? Not like the first rainsNor the first blooms But a rather putrid Vomit-inducing smell Jaan-jaany The bad smell of Australia Like stinking body odour Emitted at […]
