At the Right Time (Glenroy Lent #8)

…the war he brought back with him is never far away in this suburb. (Steven Carroll, The Gift of Speed) Do you remember water from the rock? How you quarried homes in this ancient soil, when these broad meadows were the stuff of dreams? Remember when the men came back from years and years ofContinue reading “At the Right Time (Glenroy Lent #8)”

Number Nine

  Carlton kept in darkness slept,             The streetlights out, the roadside swept With rain that afternoon and feet             Bewildered by the night.   The city never sleeps, they say,             And anxious souls in search of day Pit-pattered while inside the homes             Smart-phones took place of light.   Commerce halted, leisure paused,Continue reading “Number Nine”