I once said to my doctor:
“I say there’s always someone
worse off than yourself”.
She said to me
“and do you find
that helpful?”
Category: poetry
Among the poets
In poets corner after seeing doctor for checkup – 2 weeks since operation, and almost…human again.
What’s past
… is prologue.
My book concerning fire in the Australian environment, extinction of the megafauna, and Indigenous interaction with the environment in general (and in total opposition to the works of Flannery, Pascoe and Gammage, among others), is available online. https://www.routledge.com/The-Pure-State-of-Nature-Sacred-cows-destructive-myths-and-the-environment/Horton/p/book/9781865081076
All my individual publications in this field (and others) are available free online at https://www.researchgate.net/profile/David_Horton9
Also many of my older essays are still available here: https://www.abc.net.au/news/david-horton/28320
Memories are unmade of this
I just can’t
remember
whether it’s
my short term
memory
or long term
memory
that has gone.
Rat kings
When times are
out of joint, and
people sense that
democracy
can be trumped,
fascists emerge
from under rocks,
from dark alleys,
from the woodwork,
from mum’s basements,
sniffing the air,
noses twitching,
ready for new
opportunities.
Rupert Murdoch’s America
USA was once
an amalgam of
Thomas Jefferson’s
America, and of
Abraham Lincoln’s
America, and of
John F Kennedy’s
America.
USA is
becoming an
amalgam of
Adolf Hitler’s
Germany, and
the Taliban’s
Afghanistan,
and of Atwood’s
Gilead
You must remember this
Do the people
you remember
with pleasure from
your past, feel the
same pleasure when
they remember
you, and picture
the same moments?
Sense less
I have never yet
heard, or seen, or read
anything said by
a religious
believer that makes
any sense at all.
Tree rings
Twenty five years
ago, my friend
gave me a tree
seedling, that had
grown where we both
worked, as a
start for my new
garden. It has
outlived him by
ten years, and will
outlive me by
one hundred years.
Suits me
Perhaps the
time has come
to shed my
old image,
starting over
again and
surprising
all my friends,
but no, on
second thoughts,
I have grown
into my
clothes like a
second skin,
and am too
old to start
changing now.
nomdeplume 