Seeing her fume
with hurt pride
wearing just pearls,
heels …
and perfume 

… putting those heels
over my shoulders
to pound
deep to heal
the wound. 

(Julian O’Dea)

Huffington Post spanked


“The Press Ombudsman of South Africa has found the Huffington Post South Africa guilty of the publication of hate speech.

”HuffPost SA apologises unreservedly for the publication of the blog titled Could It Be Time To Deny White Men The Franchise on 13 April 2017.’”

Story here.


As I suspected this was a hoax aimed at making the Huffington Post feminists look foolish. Underinformed ideologues are not hard to fool. The perpetrator appears to have had the famous Sokal hoax in mind.

Photo Album

Photo Album

In that old photo
your face is lowered
to the book
as you read;
candid and smooth
as the page.

And in this one
you had the sun
in your eyes;
but to me, the sun
was always in
your eyes.


(Julian O’Dea)

At noon the sun

At noon the sun
seems to pause
and the world
hold its breath
as morning dies
and afternoon
is born.

(Julian O’Dea)

Women as sweetmeats

A classic article from 2Blowhards:

Gross Over-generalizations — Women and Baked Goods

“Here’s my theory: Women identify with baked goods. (Before laughing too hard, consider the fact that women obviously identify with flowers. Why not with food?) How so? Well, baked goods… There’s often a sponginess there. There’s often sweetness, juiciness and chewiness: nurturance. There’s the skin or crust, and let’s not forget the yeast. Brooding, gestating, fluffing up and settling down, keeping the flesh and the mood plump, fresh and appealing: Baked goods as metaphor and mirror for women’s flesh and their emotional nature — which, let’s face it, are very different than male flesh and male moods.”

I suppose. I also feel that women can be identified with confectionery, the sweet things. That is with lollies as we say here in Australia (or candy or sweets.) “Sweets for the sweet”.

And women seem to like to wrap themselves up in bows like bonbons:



So I teased her

So I teased her

in the bedroom,

What are you wearing?

Not very much,

she replied,

and rolled her eyes.


(Julian O’Dea)

Five romantic haiku


enjoying you

driving in

your skirt



the road trip

what you

left behind



that time

with your

painted toenails



Saturday morning

you rest

against me



plum lipstick

kissing cool



(Julian O’Dea)