The Code & Honour & 3 other new poems by John D Robinson

THE CODE & HONOUR I know low-life, I’ve lived it, breathed it: cheated, robbed, lied and betrayed most and myself: I’ve been cold and distant and brutal and self-sacrificial but even in that place there are unspoken codes and rules Continue reading The Code & Honour & 3 other new poems by John D Robinson

The Essay / Paris Red-Light / Quatro Bar Prague / Her Eyes by John D Robinson

THE ESSAY Sometime ago now I read an article by some guy who had claimed he had investigated and researched the military career of William Wantling and he concluded that the account given by the poet was untrue and that Continue reading The Essay / Paris Red-Light / Quatro Bar Prague / Her Eyes by John D Robinson

The Question by John D Robinson

THE QUESTION ‘Why did you ask me what time I’ll be home? what the fuck is going on? why’s it so important for you to know what time I’m getting back?’ I said ‘I want to make sure my lovers Continue reading The Question by John D Robinson

After Ray Bremser by John D Robinson

AFTER RAY BREMSER I choose not to socialise, I have always felt awkward and increasingly uncomfortable in such situations: I stay away from the bars and parties and refuse every invitation: I lead a quiet life now and I think Continue reading After Ray Bremser by John D Robinson

Manouvers by John D Robinson

MANOUVERS His partner stepped in the way as he threw a vicious and thunderous punch at a security guard: her feet left the floor as she flew across a table knocking bottles and glasses onto the floor: he sobered instantly Continue reading Manouvers by John D Robinson

No Escape by John D Robinson

NO ESCAPE ‘We can’t do it here’ she whispered: ‘Why not?’ I asked: ‘We’re in a church’ she replied: ‘We’re in the living quarters of the church, not in the church’ I said: ‘But it’s still a holy place, look Continue reading No Escape by John D Robinson

The Breakfasts Of Poet by John D Robinson

THE BREAKFASTS OF POET Bradley Mason Hamlin sometimes breakfasts on 3 bloody marys and maybe some punk rock, I like to ease and ooze myself into the day with some codeine and hash and the mighty Sibelius and leave the Continue reading The Breakfasts Of Poet by John D Robinson

The Gagaku Warrior: Steve Richmond by John D Robinson

THE GAGAKU WARRIOR: Steve Richmond He inherited millions of $ and he was a poet and he spent the millions like a poet on drugs and women and property and cars and ended up in a homeless shelter and he Continue reading The Gagaku Warrior: Steve Richmond by John D Robinson

In Preparation by John D Robinson

IN PREPARATION We’d drop some heavy tranqs’ and smoke some wicked grass to prepare ourselves for the meetings; 15 or more of us professionals sat around a table discussing the most serious of matters and she and I would sit, Continue reading In Preparation by John D Robinson

Rose Buds by John D Robinson

ROSE BUDS He lovingly grew beds of red roses, he cheated on his wife he neglected his children he was hostile and dismissive of his neighbours he was rude and ugly and rumoured to be a pervert and first chance Continue reading Rose Buds by John D Robinson