Sorry that
I left
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Sorry that
I left
Today
A scrap of spacecraft
Collided with the moon.
Tides forgot to rise
Crops withered
Dung beetles cried
Menstrual cycles dried.
The Buck
Got passed from
Man
To
Man
To
Man
To
Man.
We don't own it
I mean who does?
Own the Moon
Intoned the men
Intoned the men
Intoned the men
In
Japan
Russia
Iran
Italy
Uruguay
Argentina
Israel
Netherlands
& Berlin.
A scrap of spacecraft
Made in China
Bought by
Australia
&
Launched in the U. S of A.
Collided with the moon.
Just Breaking
A scrap of spacecraft
Collided with the moon
Announced the newsreader
On the 6 o' clock news.
By 6.32pm
The Man In The Moon
Was so over the moon
So he moved
To a space not yet found
By all the other men.
Not yet anyway.
18 July 2026
Dear Diary,
Remember back in 2016, when I was just dipping my toe into writing.
I had a writing mentor.
A short story won a prize with Writers Victoria.
I was always shirking from the shame of not being able to spell, dreadful with grammar and no idea about tense.
Doesn't matter.
My writing mentor said.
That's what editors are for.
What matters is you can tell a cracking story..
9 June
I went to a movie
The Old Friend was there
With her friends
Her husband
Her family
Old Friend
Not the Paul Simon kind
Not the book end kind
An Old Friend
I see them
And other
Old Friends
And a little bit of me disappears
I cried that day
They said that to me
That I was not
The kind of Jew they liked
I cried and cried
Wrote them a letter
The very next day
Sorry I said
sOrRy I said
in so many ways
Not good enough
Not Jewish enough
Not
I cried that day
& a little bit of me
disappeared
I see Old Friends
On trains
On streets
In cars
They look through me
And every time
A little bit of me disappears
I smile less
I worry more
And a little bit of me disappears
Peseach comes
Rosh Hashanah goes
Chanukah the menorah and Bondi horror meld
Friends and families gather
No invitations sent
And a little bit of me disappears