It’s storming paparazzi flashy herding in a night grim as fairy-tales perhaps I’ll dream of Zeus’s horsemen the drive and lash sky crumbling to dust beneath their thunder or of tiny Tinkerbell under the pear tree cowering in the wild-lit droplets between the black curls of the wrought iron garden chair the rain like tossed … Continue reading grim as fairy-tales
(I) the wind hustles in a mood for dancing leaves perform an etude quiet but technical I ask,"have you been practising?" (II) scrap of bark in sickled flight enjoys one moment as a lark’s wing before resuming flappishness the tickle of the grass on its scratched brown face (III) Once in a while the bogong … Continue reading the problem of feeling ordinary
on thursday you wear pink and the snails march one-footed bayonets antennae high we link our thumbs swearing on Mummy’s "Encyclopedia of Bulbs" as we lay flowers on the graves of the thrice-consumed lettuces the little geranium glows amongst its green plate leaves and we drink red cordial and draw crosses in the dirt Written … Continue reading the funeral
clouds like scraps of rabbit pelt it’s an entrail sky dripping pink and viscous blue the horizon in swollen apocalypse Written for Miz Quickly Jan 6 "write about a mess"
(I) sky and earth lean into each other blue shale wedges the white gap of waves yoga pose struck between rock pools (II) forest shadows dancing in Sanskrit cursive rhythms and like midnight’s boom the downbeat of the sea (III) looking for poetry, a kneeling woman in red floppy hat watches a child run into … Continue reading Murramarang
after dark, paradiddle rain the neighbour’s canoe glows against night's hedge pale hypotenuse sandalwood and citronella my new hair in pleasant ruffle the deck’s too breezy for UNO Written for Miz Quickly Jan 7 "Write about black and white"
nine exquisite arches blue as bottled poison architecture of a jellyfish
it’s not mathematics I’m just offering dry instant noodle crumbs to the sun and laughing at how the stainless steel slippery slide blinds the photographer just before her shot The roos know that summer is twitchier than fly wings and that light so whistle spit clean heats the neck quick as ember juice At my … Continue reading Playlists for the Apocalypse
loropetalum against the beat of light she stands trooper tall a thrumming ladder for the prisms inside the book of difficult fruit my eye let fall these sachets of glitter pain refracted a purple glow such gentle edges see how she stands to bruise / to bleed the beat of light plum gorgeous Written in … Continue reading The Book of Difficult Fruit
(i) on the ridges trees in death black arms still flexed for holding up the sky but it falls strung between them whitely broken such soft caressing of their limbs now rain comes the marching of time slick silver arrows (ii) we walk in a valley torn flat trees prostrated by flood the tinny upper … Continue reading Two Years After the Fires