tiny baby eyes the colour of rain on the Brindabellas limpid pools placid in the churn of seaside rocks - the world unleashed around you eyes so big and still, they dwarfed your cheeks; drew me in captured me knitted blue innocent pouches the swimming sapphire trust I must try to live inside, to deserve … Continue reading The Blue Deal
In this yard the edges skirmish a mirage of shadows impossible black he says 'the cold is in my eye' i feel it too the wind like a dry tear smeared bleak as dirty ice cold as drowned wonder I am my never-sister's inversion always running up-side-down through the push and scrub of brown earth. … Continue reading A Mood
If you asked me my favourite colour some days I'd tell you blue and I'd take you to Beaumaris Beach. Include the sky, I'd tell you. Include that wave on the cusp of breaking and the furthest ripple that you can see. Note the dark patch beneath that seagull's wing and before you go home … Continue reading Favourite Colour
Out of the Cave 