Ian Smith

 Brochure as Memento Mori   Former Calulu Post Office it says, High Ceilings. Lots of Shedding conjures a wry verb. Verandahs, Porches, twist my heart with love as artless as these framed angles are artful. Historic Old Charmer the board blares. I am up for auction, I jest, but nobody laughs. 

Song as Axiomatic Password   Driving in rain, radio on, Moby’s Mistake, the slow start redolent of regret then the beat insistent as grief swoops, leaves me depleted. I could have died a dozen deaths but lived. Wrenched apart by a song. A song?   Edge of night I heard the iron cries of trams […]