Thurston : Writing

Hinemoa

Hinemoa

A Poem by Thurston


A dream
Gifts

Gifts

A Poem by Thurston


And these were your gifts, these five bright stones. I count them dying of love.I come into your room still counting. One is brown, it is the ea..
Moscow Photograph circa 1965

Moscow Photograph circa 1965

A Poem by Thurston


CAPTION: Moscow has six and a half million residents, sociable, hardworking, cheerful and hospitable people who induce the capital’s happy rhyth..
The Visitor

The Visitor

A Poem by Thurston


Waiting for Godot?
All Her Seasons Are Fiction

All Her Seasons Are Fiction

A Poem by Thurston


“…He died young. She lives faithful to his memory…” Cocktails pause...titillated. Irony. We grin and wink. Such devot..
Grace -- In the 1960's

Grace -- In the 1960's

A Poem by Thurston


I. The Railway Ave 'v wotever bowser ‘n bumpkin town yu know has a No.3 council cream and weathermen tioned people’s palace too and ..
Forgive the Simplification

Forgive the Simplification

A Poem by Thurston


Slowly we get whittled down.
AND NOW  advice for the insignificant

AND NOW advice for the insignificant

A Poem by Thurston


Prepare to find out
Wait Return

Wait Return

A Poem by Thurston


My place of waiting
Not Caught

Not Caught

A Poem by Thurston


In the "Circle" at Parramatta Gaol 1971.

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