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I like to wash

© Matsuo Basho

I like to wash,
the dust of this world
In the droplets of dew.

When I am inclined to be serious, I love to wander up
and down before the tomb of Caius Cestius. The
Protestant burial-ground is there; and most of the little
monuments are erected to the young ; young men of

Introduction A Glimpse of Boyhood

© Henry Lawson

Boys out there by the western creeks,
Who hurry away from school,
To climb the spurs of the breezy peaks,
Or dive in the shaded pool

In Myself

© Louisa May Alcott

I do not ask for any crown

But that which all may win;

It was your first outing

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It was your first outing, or more rightly, our first outing
with you. We were as proud as new parents could be,
wheeling our son in the crowded Sunday shopping throng,
glancing down again and again to reassure ourselves, and you,

It seldom snowed Part III

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful
seasons crystal white on average graced the place just twice a year. A smaller
fall, an over-night preceded heavy snow. And heavy snow remained a week,
blocked drains and closed the Desert Road; but no complaints, our children

It seldom snowed - Part II

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes,
and in the Styx, aka zone six. Thats where we were afoot
in alpine grass, garbed to test our winter skills,
tramp the craggy hills and camp a night or two,

It seldom snowed, they said - Part I

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it wont be snow;
well, one should guess the locals know the weather best and I was new,
so when I left the warmth of the limited express and descended onto
a dimly lit, deserted siding I was not impressed to find the ground at

It seldom snowed Part IV

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It seldom snowed they said,
perhaps theyre right
although seldom was never
in that endless summer

It is an abhorrent thing

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability,
profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten
to your knees, blithely unaware it was a battle lost
for your health and wellbeing. It was dreadful to witness

It is a secular world

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Our Indonesian friends again exhibit strains of gross hypocrisy,
its a virus that abounds in the islands of a thousand tongues,
is skipping hosts, mutating at a scary pace, infectious to the
very worst peninsular urbanities. Where do their antisocial

In these quiet moments

© Ivan Donn Carswell

In these quiet moments before the night
softens the mountains of the South
and deflates the clouds
that float beneath their peaks,

In soothing, sweetened words

© Ivan Donn Carswell

No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesnt
matter anyway. I always had an inkling that wed find
a way. And then we did. Im glad about it just for that.
Whether it was good or bad, or would have happened

Ill have to change my mind

Ill have to change my mind on war, I need to take a break
from structured thought; theres more to peace - it dictates
a longer oar to keep the calm than takes to make a little war.
Our history as a people is a theatre of strife and where

If it ever bloody rains

I never said I would, I only said I could
do what you wished, the subtle difference
should have raised a cautious flag;
maybe I bragged out loud, made it sound

If democratically elected

What is it with Hezbollah
representing barely 15%
of the Lebanese Parliament
living outside the government

In Romney Marsh

As I went down to Dymchurch Wall,
I heard the South sing o'er the land
I saw the yellow sunlight fall
On knolls where Norman churches stand.

I Mark Your Courage

I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise
to those matter-of-fact revelations
which spelled the end of this chapter of your life.
It was, as you put it, too late for recriminations,
and the horrendous realities could be no worse
for having faced them.