After the years of that and that and Goddamn bloody well that, he rose again. His skeletal frame and sparse hair
Somehow everything has been shorn: the sky of its clouds, the morning… the day of its welcome, the traffi… Every sacred thing has been shorn… religion of its mystery—the Body o…
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…
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…
On this day I would observe a min… I would celebrate and mourn in tha… the many who have died in and for… green island, for her survival, ba… at times, and in some places more…
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…
For years he kept her credit cards… and told her what to say and do. Lately he’d started to hit her, and then he smashed her cheek. The coppers came and took him
There are so many things forgotten… but only a mere handful remembered… and among those unforgotten ones, many wait, hovering on the cliff o… If I could just collect up all th…
Barnaby sat glowering like a salt… in the parliament this afternoon. Success with schooners at lunch and an unscripted moment in which he said “Grayndler” five…
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…
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
You said you liked the restaurant but I knew you hated the mushroom… It wasn’t just these mushrooms, as if they were a special form of… in butter next to the steak on yo…
1. If the Prime Minister was a ho… he wouldn’t go missing under press… he’d always be at work. He wouldn’t go on holidays in a na… or attend the football against the…
This is not an elegy and, no trick of the light, no jammed shut door, no rancid rhetoric or sleight of hand