Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to...
Robert Verdon (also known as Auntie Rhoberta) pens poetry and prose and pushes 56 in Canberra. He is hoping for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Robert is author of The Well-Scrubbed Desert (Canberra: Polonius Press, 1994), Her Brilliant Career (Canberra: Aberrant Genotype Press, 1998), My Cat Eats Spaghetti (Canberra: Ginninderra Press, 2000), and [with Caroline Ambrus] The Artful Dole Bludger (Queanbeyan: IrrePRESSible Press, 2000).
He has been writing and publishing in magazines since the 1970s, but is yet to bag that elusive Nobel.
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‘Nebula’
the sun rises,
round rice-cracker over my broad beans
which rarely flower
I am a flathead on a sandbar
caught between the ends and means
pale sun, pale sun
you and I have no place here
we do not belong to the harvest
even Hamaguchi’s
we may as well be lost
in a post office-box, unpaid for,
speeding to the dead-letter office
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