Poetry
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ADELAIDE
Just a bit of prose poetry about my city… People say Adelaide is a small-minded city that can’t see past its own spreading suburbs. The wide streets are sun-burned, even in winter, and to drive them is to drive weeks… Continue reading
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WE BEGIN WITH WHISKEY
We begin with whiskey – lots of it. We get laughing real quick and throw our heads back and yell and toss our youth to the sky. We dance. We dance while the moon comes out, white-lit and friendly, just… Continue reading
