rob walker (b. 26/6/53)
has three published poetry collections in Australia:
sparrow in an airport, micromacro and
phobiaphobia and has published hundreds of poems on
websites and e-lit journals around the world including
Cortland Review and Red River Review. In recent
years heís been dividing his time between teaching English
at Senior High and University level in Himeji, Japan and
running a small farm in the Adelaide Hills, South Australia.
He contributes more unusual work (both words and music) to
Creative Commons site ccmixter (as
robwalkerpoet) where itís remixed by other artists. Rob
maintains an extensive poetry
website, writes short fiction and works with jazz/funk/impro
Zephyr string quartet.
I think the worst is over now
Yeah I think the worst is over now.
Yeah, itís gonna be alright.
The morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball.
In the Peace Museum thereís a red plastic ball suspended
over a huge 3D model of Hiroshima as it was on that day. It
represents the point of detonation 300m above the city,
above the dome of the building, the dome thatís now a melted
twisted reminder of the power in our hands the day we
invented our own sun, a whiteness which X-rayed people to
charcoal. And back at the multirise hostel you get a 360
degree view of a modern city of 1.6 million uncharcoaled
people and you ask yourself if the worst is over now and
despite feeling overwhelmed by the whole day you find
yourself humming a song Paul Simon wrote well before
Sounds of Silence.
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