As we approach the hill we can smell the salt water alread… imagine the sand, coloured like li… twinkling in the sun. We can just hear the surf,
Sleep hovers over me, lingering at the ceiling with dark whispers. I reach out with my mind, my restless body
I have grieved the growing power, the vanishing grace, the stateless state, of the victims of bombs. I have mourned at the empty hole,
The fall of the leaves of autumn carpet our path, making mud like blood underfoot. Or is it blood like mud
By day, I live this plain life of cups of coffee and café sandwic… with ham and cheese and sometimes… if I want to be a little risqué, I ask Paul or Paula (yes, that’s…
He walks in anger he walks with fear and in his hands he walks with death. They walk in innocence
Fay Zwicky wrote in her journal o… “I see the poet as a seismograph o… I had considered more arcane expre… over the years, such as the poet a… but I rather prefer to think of my…
There’s a new world unfolding as the sun sinks in the West. I once thought a single man could change the world for the bet… He can’t,
It looks like a poem at this distance, sure, but it looks like a poem with a bad haircut, given by someone in the midst
I have been a long way from home a… I was born in the Royal Hospital… in Randwick, Eastern Sydney but home was in Casula, in its So… I was raised among the smell of ma…
rancid rantings/burning anger/stin… fear/hope—strobe—love/abhorrence—t… nihilism coffee/whiskey/cigarettes—no comfo… plans with no point/guns with no c…
You made me think the sad thoughts… the broken thoughts of broken bodi… rolled around in battered chairs down the middle of George Street with the crowds waving the flags I…
I saw the plane land, confidently,… bearing its burden of precious hum… I saw its torpedo shape, its mothe… its excited colours on the tarmac. I saw it taxi gracefully to a stan…
The chill in the air has caused th… the lizards to spend their time sl… on a rock that barely warms their… The kangaroos quietly pick at the… and the koalas are more sleepy tha…
Mobilised from Puckapunyal one su… The walking dead and maimed do not… In sharp lines of saluting slouch… Just march away clean chinned and… No thoughts here of smokes hanging…