I go to the river to find you…

The best footprints are left in muddy grounds from a night’s rain. The outline of your shoe perfect atop a dash of grass and a few twigs.

I love exploring new places with old friends. I find it much more enjoyable than enjoying old places with new friends. Walking through the paths of the past is beautifully haunting…

I wonder if she’ll be around the bend…

There are a few things you should know about the Australian bush. One is that there are little openings that are like small pockets. In these small pockets are heavy rocks that are easily lifted. Now, if you bypass these rocks and check the very edges of the pockets, you’ll find the lizards baking in the summer’s sun.

My brother was the lizard hunter. Hell, once we spent all day digging out a red belly black snake. Another time we chopped down a tree to catch a Goanna. The next day It escaped, climbed the neighbours’ tree and made the birds wake all the neighbours.

Once we occupied the same space, but now we’re in a different time…

I know that trail like the back of my hand. I know the bridges, the rivers, the waterfalls and the cliffs. If my brother were here today he’d give me advice. He’d say
something horrible, funny and true. I remember him giving me advice about school when I got a bad report card. He said, “why would you let those fucking cunts beat you?”.

I’m treading new grounds this year. I’m not sure what decision is right or wrong. All I know is that it’s wrong not to make them.

Do we ever learn how to let go? I feel like all the people I love are sitting with me on a river bed, but every time I blink, one by one, they each appear on the other side of the water…

And I’m alone.

As night cuddled day to sleep

All I heard were your soft feet.

But silence crept out from the deep

Taking what I wished to keep…

I looked to you, but you weren’t there.

On the other side, silhouetted fair

Just a figure on the river’s edge

Standing lone upon the ledge.


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Disjointed Desire


Law of nature,
And of time.
Mine is nothing,
In this life.

Vision in the season of depletion,
Incompletion’s my only foundation
Repletion of all but a reason.

Strife in man.
It’s here to stay;
I separate…

Revealed by desire
Of a simple smile
No barrier between self and liar.

How to discipline this mind?
To stop the cycle that I hide,
Solve the puzzle in my soul.
Hold my hand… Make me whole.

This is The Vile Mint
Written By Randall Evans


The Traveller’s Heart


It searches nights to find its rest
Will one welcome poorest guest?
It smells its own, but can’t get in,
Try in vein to see within.

A heart once beat incessantly
In organic love, romantically.
Yet, now it treads hesitantly,
Lost its way… Never free.

When she sang in truth and beauty
They stripped her innocence inside me.
It molded her, now slave to thee,
A hanging heart that cannot see.

The heart that travels inside me.
Knows no truth, love… beauty.

Written by Randall Evans

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Flashing Back

I feel these moments take us back
To remind us what our hearts now lack.
When we see familiar sights,
Somehow we feel the loss of light.

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Flashing back to happy days
My heart is stabbed as mind relays
What meanings were, and now, are seen
As nothing like they used to be.

Drifting clouds kissed warming rays
I watched it all within your gaze
But when I saw the sky today
All I felt was my dismay.

New meanings need to change my eyes
To force things out and say goodbye
What is it in myself that grasps
To beauty that was in the past?

I say it’s gone and done, it’s over.
But everything reminds me of her.
There is no path that I can see…
From my mind I try to flee.

Am I afraid of letting go?
Or is this merely candles glow?
Flickering on the walls within
Going out with what has been.

Time is changing all of me
Who is the me that soon will be?
I fear that I’ll no longer care
How the sun would light her hair.

Is it normal to move on?
To forget the past… Forget someone?
For who are we but broken hearts
Forever falling to the start…

Written by Randall Evans

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