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Wet paint
by Ian Jermyn
New brushstrokes amidst the book fight. The gaps between the fragments is where a little paint can seep in. Unsure of the vision's origin. Perhaps,...
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Fire and ice
by Ian Jermyn
Beans are chilli. Indeedy so. Caught out is a tickle of single digit celsius mornings and falling far too shy of a progressively heavy Weather Repo...
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Amidst the pines
by Ian Jermyn
There was the lilt of something soft setting the mind adrift; a rudderless waft past crumbling pillars into a lost space, forgotten now even by the...
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Solace and the new fruit
by Ian Jermyn
Though try, try, try as you might sometimes, things can't always be coaxed out. Let go a little and most times I find the fruit uncovers itself. T...
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Submersion & a weight of words
by Ian Jermyn
There's issues more important to busted flash uploaders; another nest of frustration with uploading images. Song and dance about the latest version...
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Whirlwinds in the North & South
by Ian Jermyn
I heard about the cyclone, the points at Noosa firing & recently of the container ship, Pacific Adventurer, shaking loose 31 containers, vomiti...
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Lean to Launceston
by Ian Jermyn
Collaborations. Conspirations. Serendiputous culminations of inevitable eventuations. I'm short of breath but not for long. There's no time for hyp...
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Down the rabbit hole...
by Ian Jermyn
"Sure it's rabbits"
"Yeah, yeah, rabbits. For sure, saw 'em m'self..."
Riiiight. I've to box up the directives of a lover before she's gagged &...
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Fool; don't look down.
by Ian Jermyn
Head up, chin up, step up.
The initial scratchings on copper plate to be etched. A tribute to the man behind a Ted Deerhurst Lightning Bolt pin-ta...
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"Kick start my heart..."
by Ian Jermyn
Was ever there a return of a prodigal Parent? It is to become apparent with the collection of the now beardless One & delivery thereof back unt...
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a little bit, yeah.
by Ian Jermyn
therein vaporises its beautiful chorus with a whirling effervescent maelstrom about the bodies in play for such it is a play & at play both, e...
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Terminal | Operator
by Ian Jermyn
The fun never stops. What? Yes it does, of course it bloody well does. But if you've a wrangle on yer wizens enough, you can fool Ego off its alpha...
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