Drama(5)

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Brad's Story

A True Story

“I’d like to thank all of you, very, very much, on behalf of Jason and myself. You’ve all been a terrific help to us, and let me once again apologize most sincerely to you all. Tonight is our way of saying thanks and sorry, so please eat, drink and enjoy – on us.” “Cheers!” Everyone raised their champagne glasses as Brad smiled and sat back down in his seat at the head of the table....Read On

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May....Scene 1

The story of an Australian Aboriginal orphan girl.

A One Act Play in Five Scenes. Persons of the Play  May  Matron Koch  Sister Agatha  Dr Merriwether  Mr. Green  Miss White  Mrs. Brown  Christian Time : Late summer 1973 Place: Outback South Australia “A hero who forgives is much more touching than one who avenges himself.” - Voltaire. Scene 1. One Day.   The scene is a large, windowless, crudely furnished, wooden room....Read On

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May....Scenes 2 and 3

The story of an Australian Aboriginal orphan girl.

Scene 2 The Next Day May is seen sitting on a stool at her bench, reading her book, a smile upon her face. She now hears approaching footsteps and hides the book down the front of her dress. She then picks up a needle and thread and proceeds to mend a sock. Enter Sister Agatha with a pile of clothes in need of mending, which she puts down on the bench. Sister Agatha : (cheerfully)...Read On

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May....Scenes 4 and 5

The story of an Australian Aboriginal

Scene 4 A month later May’s bed is gone and its place at right is now taken by three tables, each of slightly different size, placed end to end. These are covered by three spotless white tablecloths. Upon the center table, amidst a large array of papers, pens and a stack of manila folders there is a jug of water with a slice of lemon floating in it but no ice. Three glasses accompany...Read On

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The Dews of Adashino

. Motionlessly, the spider waited. As always, she was patient and vigilant, but her outward serenity belied an inner tension, the instinctive tension of the watcher, the hunter. If her mind could have conceived of time in human terms, it may have told her that the time was four in the morning. As it was, the spider knew that the prevailing darkness indicated that it was not yet time for...Read On

Mystery(2)

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Allauddin....Chapter 4

Adeline's adventure in India continues.

Like a cobra which has cast its coils spiralling conch-like three times… the enchantress of the world, slender as a lotus stem, bright as a lightning flash, lies sleeping, breathing softly in and out, murmuring poems in sweet metres, humming like a drunken bee in the petals of the lotus, how brightly her light shines. - From the Sarchakra-nirupana Adeline had retired from lunch...Read On

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Allauddin...Chapter 5

Of hymns and hunting and musical delights...

When the light of your eyes shall make pallid the mean lesser lights I pursue , And the charm of your presence shall lure me from love of the gay “thirteen two.” - Kipling. More or less in unison and more or less in tune the congregation sang, “ Except the Lord build the house; their labour is but lost that build it. Except the Lord keep the city; the watchman waketh but...Read On

Poetry(16)

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A Meeting With The Lady Renpit Nefer

A poetic meditation upon the mortal remains of the Lady Renpit Nefer.

Introduction. One of my favourite places here in my home town of Adelaide is the South Australian Museum and one of the museum’s most interesting rooms is the Ancient Egypt gallery, a room that I have visited countless times, I can tell you. One of the most beautiful and valuable of the museum’s possessions is the coffin and mummy of a woman called Renpit Nefert. She was bought by the...Read On

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Across the Sea to Egypt

An exerpt from my novel Allauddin.

  A wanton breeze blows o’er the sea, Far away from his place of birth; A colt unbridled, roaming free, A reckless child of sun and Earth; Forsaking gloom and winter rains, Fleeing the lands devoid of light, Across the lapis tinted plains, O how exuberant his flight! To shores untravelled since the years When hither the elect of God; Away from servitude and tears, With feet unshackled...Read On

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Elegy

At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.

Upon the discovery in France in May of 2001 of twenty British soldiers killed in the battle of Arras on April 9th 1917.   In equal brotherhood they came, Embraced by Liberty who stands Together with the harlot Fame Beside the graves of gallant bands. One such were they, I see them all - Twenty sons seduced by Valour, Who sweetly smiled and let them fall Into crimson mud...Read On

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Five Waka

Five short poems in the Japanese waka form.

I O unceasing rain! You fill me with foreboding, As I lie awake All through the haunted hours That precede the golden dawn. II On the warm beach sand A spider’s trail meanders, A lone hunter’s path, Obscured by the summer breeze, Lost amidst the sighing dunes. III Pale chrysanthemum, Heavy with the autumn dew, For whom do you mourn? Will not the sun embrace you Come...Read On

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Her Portrait

Inspired by the work of Lucinda Lyons with a nod to Swinburne.

In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown, In lines both violent and tender And colours of thunderous tone. Her eyes bespeak wisdom and knowing, Her face; enigmatic and ever serene ...Read On

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Magus of The Desert

A poem evocative of desert landscapes.

  Far from the sea, her sighing dunes All wander lost beneath the moons That wax and wane in an eternal sky; Where subtle symphonies of light And wondrous silences of night Draw the four winds from their pavilions, To rage across the stony plains, To drive away the beating rains Towards a pale haze on the horizon. There a spear of sandstone towers; Keeper of the...Read On

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Notes from My Journal

Four short poems written while travelling in Greece in 1996.

I Morose and unkind, Unfeeling, unheeding, blind; The winds laugh and moan, Unknowing, unknown. II Hundreds of seashells, Some gathered from distant shores, Each one a treasure, A memento of the time I spent arm in arm with you. III A brown butterfly Rests itself upon my sleeve. For but a moment Two beings sit together As one, at peace with the world. IV In the heat of noon...Read On

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Of Lost Souls and Fledglings

  Weary the soul who for love searches Along the highways of the night. Pity the bird that strays and perches Among the crags devoid of light. Each night they wait for tranquil moments Beneath the stars who watch and know And when the winds relent and scatter I know not where it is they go. But always the winds renew their torments Upon the living and the dead; ...Read On

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Rashomon

Over the years I have paid homage to Japan in many of my poems but the following piece from 1995, seems particularly significant to me now in light of recent tragic events. It is based on an old Japanese folk tale about the Rashomon Gate in Kyoto. The city slumbers ill at ease As winds assail the maple trees, The kiri and the mountain pine. The shrouded moon so dimly shines Upon...Read On

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Rose

Inspired by the art of Lucinda Lyons.

Fair Rose of all seasons; Long enamored of you, The sun searches the daytime Then searches anew, Vainly hoping to snare you In his gossamer light. The stars in their towers All relish the sight Of your dark eyes gleaming And the glint of your smile. Forsaking the heavens, They sail for a while Close to a heart - all knowing, Close to a soul of flame, As the breezes caress you ...Read On

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Soft Hours

An exerpt from my novel 'The Slave Princess'.

“Soft hours of tender idleness Await both you and me For splendid colours of forgetfulness Now clothe the placid sea; Banishing our cares and sorrows And all that makes us weep, As the sea from the sunset borrows A veil to hide the deep. Soft hours of tender idleness For you and me to share; Upon our sea of joyfulness; A sea beyond compare. With...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Sonnet for The Silent City

An evocation of summer.

  The noon-time silence is complete, As sleepy felines laze replete On antique terracotta tiles And in doorways of many styles. Warmly the polished granites glow, Gone is the human ebb and flow, Only the shadows, dark and deep, Across the city slowly creep. Breezes languish, the leaves are still; Here is imposed a mighty will That lulls the empty streets...Read On

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Sonnet On a Journey

A short love poem rediscovered after fourteen years.

  Be still O rolling waves and hear The happy telling of my love, And you frail craft that homeward steer, Let go the driving winds above! Now all you brethren of the sea, Stay a while and follow me For what I tell is true and wise, It cleaves even stone asunder! Love is the light that tints the skies, Truth is love’s glorious thunder. And though the deluge rises...Read On

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Sonnet on an Ionian Cove

A piece written in Greece in 1996 at the Bay of Pheia.

  Every pebble in its place Upon the quiet shore, Every bloom I see does grace These hills a little more. Every tree its fragrance lends To scent the summer air, Every bird its sweet song sends While perched I know not where. All this below a cloudless sky, Before a tranquil sea With time enough to rest the eye And set the spirit free. Leaving, my heart begins to yearn, Adieu, until my...Read On

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The Mulberry Goddess

Homage to the Goddess.

  White in the light of morning, Crimson in the haze of noon, Black as a storm at evening, Like the waxing and waning moon. Cold as the depths of ocean, Elusive as shadows cast Or the unceasing motion Of wanderers in times long past. Glimpse her face in a daydream In the fire feel her heart And in your life she will seem To always play some hidden part. In vain you seek to...Read On

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The Silence That She Loves

A hymn to the Goddess

  Upon the rippling desert sands How silently she stands, How solemn, how lonely, how serene - As she has ever been. Daughter of the Sun’s distant youth, In beauty and in truth What peer has she among the fair – But then, what does she care? At evening, as the Sun declines, In warm and supple lines Of pale vermillion hue; A goddess is born anew, With all...Read On

Romance (2)

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As Twilight Tide Draws Nigh....Part 2

A story of love and tragedy in the last days of World War II

Part 2 picks up the story directly ehere Part 1 ended. Afternoon came and with it a gentle breeze. As they drove, the cloudless sky looked to Josef bluer than he could ever remember seeing it. As their Daimler passed by, the trees that lined the roadway seemed almost to bow to them, each offering its shade and inviting them to stop. The rolling hills too seemed somehow more welcoming while...Read On

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As Twilight Tide Draws Nigh...Part 1

A story of love and loss in the last days of the Third Reich.

Josef awoke, and soon realized that it was early and that today he was on duty. Already bright sunlight was streaming in through his window. He loved this time of day; so fresh, so full of opportunity and promise. As he lay there he caught the faint smell of lavender coming from somewhere. Was it aftershave? he wondered. Perhaps one of the officers from a nearby room had received a gift from...Read On

Supernatural(3)

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Allauddin...Chapter 1

A tale of mystery and romance set in India in 1905.

I. As I gazed....her countenance changed with her mind As she plann’d how to thrall me with beauty, and bind My soul to her charms, and her long tresses play’d From shade into shine and from shine into shade, Like a day in mid autumn, first fair, o how fair! With long snaky locks of the adder – black hair That clung round her neck……………  - Thomas Hood.   ...Read On

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Allauddin...Chapter 2

Captain Mackay returns to the house of the enigmatic Mr Allauddin Khan.

II. There was a door to which I found no key: There was a veil past which I could not see: Some little talk awhile of me and thee There seemed and then no more of thee and me.  - Omar Khayyam Two days later Mackay wound his way slowly through the same narrow street; glancing around from time to time and occasionally pausing to look behind. As he did so he cursed under...Read On

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Allauddin...Chapter 3

Captain Mackay shares a drink with the delightful Miss Adeline Blandford.

III. Will you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from afar? Shall I fall to your hand as a victim of crafty and cautious shikar? - Kipling “Of course we never really have time to get away you know, Colonel Peck and I. He is ever so frightfully busy especially at this time of the year. What with government business in its usual state, all we can...Read On