I dream of Washington or a place… I dream of a place where the sun i… and the rain is sweet, where the w… of the trees is old and guarded, t… the floor of heaven.

Urine is copper coloured these day… burning with anger on the way out. My skin is dry and hot; I never sweat, no matter the temperature. My head feels like it has

After an incendiary time when deaths and injuries have bee… so regular as to be almost unremar… after such a time as that the total possessions of a good nu…

My glassy presence in the night light is alone . . . talking to me. At me.

After the years of that and that and Goddamn bloody well that, he rose again. His skeletal frame and sparse hair

The day started breathing gently on the drapes you breathed on my naked shoulder

The fall of the leaves of autumn carpet our path, making mud like blood underfoot. Or is it blood like mud

We had and ibis summer where the b… was picked at disconsolately by th… where the trees stood stoically in… in their drawing of water from dee… to store in their trunk, branches…

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…

I live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.

There was little blood, which came… After the initial acrimonious terr… by which the boats were stopped the men (with accompanying women and children) were dismembered,

Your silhouette in the doorway is a light shining from within you to inside of me. Your arm raised in greeting is strength to my tired arms.

Oh Mother Earth, kiss my cheek wi… you alone belong to yourself while… Preserve us from the evil plans th… puncture your heart and anger your… Oh Mother Earth, keep us at one w…

The wind blows North to South, then South to North, then any direction it cares for and we know not from where