Authorz: Jerry Hughes

I too love jeans and jazz and Treasure island and John silver’s parrot and the balconies of New Orleans, I love Mark Twain and the…

After the thunder, silence, but the truce came too late. Signed by the blood of those who died in their thousands. So we huddled in…

Quasimodo was issued a stern warning for sliding up to young girls and murmuring: ‘Would you like to see my bells? ‘

Alan Thomas Bainbridge, ritualist extraordinaire, my mentor and good friend. We’ll no longer hear your booming voice, but thank you for irreplaceable memories.

The convulsed night holds forth a star, An indelible seal: Immesurably the star expands, and explodes! And from the abyss spears a porcine squeal: ‘Father,…

History hasn’t taught us a bloody thing, the killings still go on. Ethnic hatreds harboured over centuries suddenly and inexplicably flashpoint. Thousands die as we…

I have a few friends and I love them. I’ve lived long enough to see some of them die and I miss them. They’re getting…

I knew a lad who grew up believing his name was, ‘naughty boy.’ Thirty years later he came home, shot his wife and three children,…

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the kings horses and all the kings men said; ‘Jasus Humpty, you’re…

This is to remind that sewer rat John Howard, the soundly defeated prime miniature of Australia of his working class background. ‘The working class man…

Happy, happy, happy, grin, grin, grin. Giggle, giggle, giggle, chortle, chortle, too. Stop right there, cos men in white coats are coming for you.

If you didn’t spend time in the bush during the middle of the last century, you wouldn’t understand the significance of the ‘outside dunny.’ They…

Love cannot be departmentalized or quantified. It is…

Theirs was a glorious innocence those lads who went to war. To fight upon a foreign field they’d never seen before. Jim McLean, a farmer’s…

You found it Trane. Satyagraha shone through every note you played. Born black and beautiful, emancipated through jazz, you died much too young. But your…

You sat by my bedside every day for weeks it seemed observing the taruma of me, and my the operation. ‘Let me go,’ I pleaded…

WINTER Thunder, lightning, hail and rain. The wind howls flapping my overcoat around my knees, as I walk sideways sything through this harshest season. SPRING…

Johann Sebastian Bach Glenn Gould

Aunty Flo, I love you so, especially in your nighty. When the moonlight flits across your tits; Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty!

And I (?) Well… I am bleeding copiously – like a continual heavy downpour of rain And…and, as far as I can make out –…