Untitled # 99.56
by WAYNE POLLARD What is known is forgotten. That which is forgotten is re-enacted to be new. I was once. I am now. Clouds become fans blowing air across the barren decks of container ships. An orchestra naked behind a…
Edition1
Read MoreUntitled # 99.56
At the Café at Seaford by the Jetty
by WAYNE POLLARD A flat sea absorbs my thoughts, its calmness almost from another time, what is being said, it is winter, the sun shines and the sea is flat, little ripples brush sand as disjointed clouds float waiting a…
An apple rotten
by WAYNE POLLARD A soft moment drips into a transforming mind. A frog, hope for a future, croaks beside a waterway contaminated by too many greedy acts. Gum leaves rest softly on tufts of kangaroo grass awaiting a ride…
Wayne Pollard
Wayne Pollard has been writing poetry for 25 years. Leading a group called Demented Echidnas (in West Gippsland), he has published a zine called Thoughts of a tired mind. Having won an open mike competition at Drouin’s Ficifolia Poetry Night,…