two late

“For my late friend” was published in Short and Twisted (Celapene Press) last year.

for my late friend


i’m weary of the euphemisms

friends keep saying you’ve passed

like it was a test


meanwhile most of you went up in flames

and we’re all breathing in your molecules

on a daily basis


our conversations       and your smiles

exist only                         in my synapses.

you were always punctual


so why do they keep calling you late?

let’s face it        you’re never going

to get here





Two audio versions of My late friend:

For my late friend

rob walker: spoken word / production

music: Gurdonark


Late friend

Stefan Kartenberg – bass and beats

Admiral Bob – beats, guitar and rhodes

billraydrums – drums

Andrew Wainwright – piano, strings and horn

Aussens@iter – guitar

robwalkerpoet – spoken word

speck – production



As always, thanks fellow collaborators and



free in philadelphia

Thanks to Justin Lowe for selecting my poem Free in Philadelphia for his poetry website Bluepepper. I began this one in 2016 after splitting my eyebrow following a visit to historic Independence Hall where the Founding Fathers signed the Declaration of Independence. Nothing like turning pain into poetry…


There’s also a musical version of the poem (my spoken word, Aussens@iter’s killer guitar) HERE



(image from Wikipedia)

to be. or not.

I’m happy to be published in Pure Slush Vol. 15. It’s a short story – set in the future and titled The Question – about a middle-aged man having a midlife crisis. Thanks to editor Matt Potter for once again selecting my work. Happy to see work by local writing friends Martin Christmas and Alex Robertson too!

(The Question was awarded ‘Commended’ in the  2016 Trudy Graham/Julie Lewis Literary Award for Prose. This is its first publication.)

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supporting the Manus men


Last Wednesday we conducted a Vigil for the Manus Island refugees, detained by our own heartless federal government and Papua New Guinea. The event was organised by Juan Garrido Salgado, his son Lenin and the Pablo Neruda Cultural Committee SA and sponsored by Writing Through Fences. We sat – or stood – on the steps of Parliament House and read and listened to chilling poetry from the men held in the Manus concentration camp (for that’s what it is) for over four years. I joined SA poets Ali Cobby Eckermann,  Amelia Walker, Ian Gibbins, Sergio Holas and Juan Garrido and speakers Lenin, Jaimie Newlyn, a whistle-blowing Manus nurse (whose name I’m embarrassed to say I’ve forgotten!) with beautiful music from Jen Lush.

I read my poem the bird leaves its cage and enters another (dedicated to Juan Garrido) and an extract from Manus detainee Mohammad Ali Malecki’s Truth in The Cage