Tim Heffernan

on the ladder

the first writing ended in madness, but for twenty years the words stayed in your head trying to find shapes that would speak. this time you return to drafts of delusion, but the draughts of delusion return you to this time. on the ladder you think of what to write, the second coming. at thatContinue reading “on the ladder”

the end of water

(for dad) let the water do the work to find entropy to smooth things the dried breakfast cereal the burnt pots and pans the bends in rivers the edges of the land the mountains the off leash beaches the washed-up sea dragons the unending plasticity the skins of things as I dry the water leavesContinue reading “the end of water”

at wagga beach

on the weekends and after school you went down to the beach and this was when you were young and worrying about pubic hair, breasts and dickheads. it was about a decade since you almost drowned in the murrumbidgee at hay and well past that memory of the woman who dragged you up when youContinue reading “at wagga beach”

Bower bird blues

The bower birds in my garden go psychotic when the jacaranda blooms fall and litter the lawn with purple tones. The still-green males pogo like punks and their beat goes on and on. Androgenous groupies get into the groove, plucking yellow dietes in accompaniment. But the boys really love the blues, bouncing in boisterous bowerContinue reading “Bower bird blues”

an empty chair

the 11.39 from north gong took him towards the leadership course. from central station he walked up to martin place, before heading across hyde park to his destination on the corner of oxford and hope. people were practiced in giving him space, although some weren’t expecting his presence at that time and he could seeContinue reading “an empty chair”

Kerbside collection

Take the broken things from the side of the road the rotted cedar setting the tippling tables the cathode ray tv the rusted chair the torn fabric the fallen angels the terracotta pots. Take the broken things from this derelict garden the stumps of trees the leaking pond the crushed coral reef the trembling crustContinue reading “Kerbside collection”

It always begins at Central

Tim Heffernan I walk that day seeking the signs carrying in my backpack Words, trustworthy and true. My letter to the Herald didn’t make the opinion’s page but I wasn’t surprised as it was poetry, Today’s clouded sky is a gauze bandage to heal this infection. It always begins at Central and I head downContinue reading “It always begins at Central”

Reasonable Delusions of a Religious Nature

1983 – 1985 I Not sleeping – searching Reality or phantasmagoria, desperate love on a rented bed. Insanity or elated perception, a numbed litany that will be said. Lie that winter freezing on oil stained concrete. She would not let you in nor anoint your wearied feet. Dreams escape from night time persuading you toContinue reading “Reasonable Delusions of a Religious Nature”

Introduce Yourself (Example Post)

This is an example post, originally published as part of Blogging University. Enroll in one of our ten programs, and start your blog right. You’re going to publish a post today. Don’t worry about how your blog looks. Don’t worry if you haven’t given it a name yet, or you’re feeling overwhelmed. Just click theContinue reading “Introduce Yourself (Example Post)”