poetry

poetry April 10, 2021

Two poems

Epiphany for dad I have seen birth and death, But had thought they were different – T. S. Eliot As it rose for the Magi, a pink flush through the gum trees the bed that held his tortured, gagged body, fifteen months after a stroke lies empty in a...

poetry March 27, 2021

anneal this breath

ANNEAL | heat up and cool down slowly; soften and strengthen to eliminate stress that accumulates through time; forge an open response to resist and shapeshift without losing one’s essence. _______________________________________ mine and refine...

in progress March 6, 2021

Bella Li

The poet and artist Bella Li says that if it weren’t for deadlines – and the inspiration provided by tennis players – she would never finish her work.

poetry March 6, 2021

Psalms of sleep

Psalm 4. To the lead musician of Neginoth. Selah Hear me plead righteousness, God; as I increase I grow out of distress via you, hear me singing this prayer. All twists from truth when we lose good to shame, and I can but ask all that is endless...

poetry February 20, 2021

Five poems

26 soldiers A small army pressed into service from capline to baseline marching smartly across the page some with proud embellishments on standard issue typeface a swash here a serif there tracking tightly in different formations ablazed with wor(l)...

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...