Peter Darien YowieinThe Abominable YowieSome more short poemsOn a neighborhood walk, little children are playing eye spy.Sep 4, 2020Sep 4, 2020
Peter Darien YowieinThe Abominable YowieA Melbourne poetI said hello to the Melbourne poet, Peter Bukowski and his wife, as I did laps of the citizens park.Sep 4, 2020Sep 4, 2020
Peter Darien YowieShe says she knows what purple rain feels like, all the poetry and prose falling on deaf ears as…bang, bang, bang, bang, the strike of Madonna’s typewriter keysJun 19, 2020Jun 19, 2020
Peter Darien YowieThere’s nothing like a visit to the cancer hospital in the middle of the corona virus to really…The man who took me up to surgery said I use to be a patient here but now I’m in remission, thank GodJun 19, 2020Jun 19, 2020
Peter Darien YowieinThe Abominable YowieI’ve got the sun in my eyes with Uncle Jack, killed in the battle of the Somme.I’ve got a rare family cancer gene, but I’m going to take my chances.Apr 30, 2020Apr 30, 2020
Peter Darien YowieinThe Abominable YowieHeater manI got on well with the heater manApr 30, 2020Apr 30, 2020
Peter Darien YowieinThe Abominable YowieDianaI’m the poet of Diana’a heart, and she’s proud of the man I’m becoming, even as I failed to do the windsor knot in my new tie today.Apr 25, 2020Apr 25, 2020
Peter Darien YowieinThe Abominable YowieIsolation Anzac dayAs the last post played I thought of myself as the last poet in the flickering candlelight by the letter boxApr 24, 2020Apr 24, 2020
Peter Darien YowieinThe Abominable YowieWhat do you reckon, Brother James?We trust God, but there’s going to be some collataral damageMar 20, 2020Mar 20, 2020
