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...and ye shall find. The junction of Sandy Bay Road and St Georges Terrace, Battery Point. March 2013. I think that onions make more sense from Valentine's Day gifts than chocolates. We should all try to embrace the genus Allium . Valentine , Carol Ann Duffy Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. Not a cute card or a kissogram. I give you an onion. Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, possessive and faithful as we are, for as long as we are. Take it. Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring, if you like. Lethal. Its scent will cling to your fingers, cling to your knife.

Blue sky. St George's Terrace, Battery Point. January 2012. This is a good poem to learn by heart and shout out to strangers in the street. The Fossil Fish , Christopher Middleton the fossil fish hides in time for now it is the season & all the hunters come with long clean rifles

By any other name. St George's Terrace, Battery Point. December 2012. Have a love poem. I hope that you have a love to go with it. i carry your heart , EE Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Rubbish! St Georges Terrace, Battery Point. October 2012. More questions from all over the World. I do welcome others though, just stick them in the comments or send me an e-mail... Are you cocky? I have my moments. Cocky (within reason) can be an effective tool to have under your belt. How do most people spell your name? They usually spell it "Chris", which is incorrect . What are you glad you quit? Caring. What do you sometimes pretend to understand that you really do not? What would be the point? If I don't understand something, I usually ask for an explanation. That is how one learns. What should always be taken seriously? Comedy. What should never be taken seriously? Death. Who is the youngest in your family? It used to be me, but now it is Ezra. Do you have a dishwasher? I do. I never saw the point, but then I had children. Ever been to Georgia (the state)? No I have not. I've not been to America full stop. I do like the so...

Sandstone bricks. St George's Terrace, Battery Point. October 2012. It's Henry's birthday party today (although his birthday isn't actually until Tuesday), but Sylvia Plath insisted that I pass one this poem... A Birthday Present , Sylvia Plath What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges? I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want. When I am quiet at my cooking I feel it looking, I feel it thinking 'Is this the one I am too appear for, Is this the elect one, the one with black eye-pits and a scar? Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus, Adhering to rules, to rules, to rules. Is this the one for the annunciation? My god, what a laugh!' But it shimmers, it does not stop, and I think it wants me. I would not mind if it were bones, or a pearl button. I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year. After all I am alive only by accident. I would have killed m...

The only way is up. Sandy Bay Road, Sandy Bay. September 2012. Theme Thursday ? AFTERNOON DELIGHTS?!?! Fat chance! If I am lucky I might best hope for a mid-afternoon apple and four minutes of peace and quiet in the early evening while the dirt magnets are in the shower...

Show caution, in the name of love... The corner of St Georges Terrace and Sandy Bay Road. May 2012. Wordless Wednesday.