From the point-of-view of the Step-Mother (i) It begins in a red-lit pub glazed with cigarette-smoke. He sits alone, eyes hung brown thick with the gravy of old love. The froth on his beer is drying a watery ring hugs the bottom of his glass. He does not tell me of his daughter her beauty … Continue reading Snowite (Parts i-iii)
in the river she casts shadow and light a double edged beauty the whim of nature in cagey opposites delighting
the quiet flatulence of tyres on gravel embarrassing manoeuvres
Slim and slick, as stick of cinnamon. Like segmented silk, your scales slip off in shimmering shuck. I discover your skin in skeins of grasses silver and slinky and flimsy as fuss. I see you slither so stately, strangely un-shamed by your undressed state. Smooth disclosure of sensuous sides is simply standard snakelore. How I … Continue reading Body Confidence
In seashell crevice I have perspired or shivered, wound up tight under the gristle of my own fearful odour - the stink of mortality’s bell tolling and tolling singeing reverberations. All around me the huddle of love and yet still I felt a loner time's slowest ripples inching Today at last my buttoned grip slipped … Continue reading Relief
Iridescent planet pop its rainbows squashed into cork tiles a child's high-pitched squeal
the little girl with the gobstopper plays chess giant pieces she must bend her knees to carry her brother almost knows the rules and tells her what to do when a stream of watered down milkshake runs through the board "you've already got wet" he says "at the beach" he watches the liquid puddle around … Continue reading Mogo (a coastal town)
My reflection is under threat like a bilby or a platypus. Sightings are getting rarer. In photos there’s a me I don’t remember with long legs and short shorts and shoes without socks before the spiders came and spun blue webs around my calves in thickly knotted thread Back then I dyed my hair (even … Continue reading My Reflection
I want to climb the poet tree and see the world as poets see. I want to go out on every limb and find out how to prune and trim. I want to know about every root, the hunt and suck of nutritional loot. And what about the flowers and bark those beautiful accessories that … Continue reading Poet’s Garden
is that how a star feels? spraying out glitter to disguise a dark, gaseous core
