poetry December 19, 2020

Ideas of travel

6 It wasn’t the stars that frightened them. It was the stairs. You could climb to the height of the sky but there were more than a thousand steps and each one took a year off your life – you would soon be lost in the time of your great-great-...

poetry December 19, 2020

fire moves faster

From the trauma of a burning nation, to the desperation of Covid-19, to the united voices of the Black Lives Matter protests, this year called for resilience like few before it.

poetry December 5, 2020

Three poems

Atmosphere I can’t wish on stars in unseasonal cold. They’re older than they look. And they keep shtum in shivery night even when I sneak up on them. Still they spread a stern and spiky glow on my uneven thinking about how things turned out, horizon...

poetry November 14, 2020

Two poems

Relevant to the Day for Mr Daliri After lunch, I decide I have no brothers and sisters, I am Alone. My love is in another room. She doesn’t know of this severance, how far I drifted In the space of morning. Language no longer speaks to me. Though I...

poetry October 24, 2020


Linear time is something Settlers brought here A version of time that creates distance Things that happened a hundred years ago are further away than things that happened yesterday A version of time weaponised against Indigenous peoples Our life...

poetry October 3, 2020

Two poems

Unrecognised National Portrait Gallery, Canberra At five, the doors click shut. Security walks a final circuit and clocks off. The eyes of the prominent are lost in the middle distance beyond office, sports field or studio. Hair and skin of oil,...

September 12, 2020

Still Life

Remember that year we sat in the stench of death, peering at lighted squares, searching for the numbers of fallen. I was conscious of my breath, conscious of too-close bodies passing in the aisles, conscious of the skin of the oranges, already...

poetry April 18, 2020

are we one hundred years ago?

memorial for mass unmarked graves at Barambah-Cherbourg take me to that place where sky and ocean meet — I’ve been missing that place and tonight I will have that dream again — of our Shark with its fins sliced off, bleeding out — my bro died today...

poetry April 11, 2020

Riddle Poem Three from the Kelly-Hoard

Hello again. The answer to last month’s riddle poem – I’ve been shut up a long time in a dark place/ Flung from my fellow… – was “An odd sock”. I haven’t heard of any alternative answers yet. My sister-in-law was onto it straight away. “Something to...

poetry April 4, 2020

Diary of a Non-Essential Worker

Did you know violins can shake the earth? Such sweet vessels, tiny planetary throats. I was sent an orchestra. They made music, a sorrow, a soaring, that shivered the dirt. I followed the notes to a barbarism. The composer said he created the...

poetry March 28, 2020

generation zoom

in the third week of the pandemic schools started closing workers were sent home and they started to call the youngsters: generation zoom named, of course, for that chat-app all of them seemed to use logging in for facetime completing maths lessons...