New Orleans

    This review was originally posted on the first Toorak Times web site where publications ceased on that site in March 2017. The old...

"May the Gilded splinters of Auntie Andre spew forth in your path to light and guide your way through the bayous of life"...

It started out like a normal day for the man of the house. He had breakfast with his wife. She was no warmer or...

I sit in this room, this crumbling room I grew to love, cluttered by the mementoes of a crumbled life. Framed photographs of friends,...

The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be...

He aged within the silences of our stilted conversation. His eyes were those of a man who’d seen his kingdoms fall and the survival...

I don’t look in the mirror anymore because it always startles me when I don’t recall the face.This year I had the most solitary...

The trumpets that break the dawn A fanfare to the dying and unborn Passion replaced by duty Love replaced by fear And the ticking of the clock Says “Young...

She died in my arms Not a word was said In silence we rose And got out of our bed Her eyes would flash I knew them too well Every...

From the mansions of sadness To the bums on the street From the highways of loneliness To the halls of defeat I’ve watched your ascendance The road I never...