Along a winding dirt road on pebbles slick as ice the tyres describe a skater's arc blackly. But it's his scream from which echoes tumble like the driving rain and mountains cover their ears with the sinking sky - slinking, hunkering, slumping against the horizon. Does the tree shiver invisible as reason in the eye … Continue reading The Car Accident
Some poems sing beautiful chords: like classical music -the soaring of notes and the mellowing hum of joined words; or like a painting whose colours are dreams, whose shapes are illusory, abstract as a foreign language. My poems are full of English, the careful thumb tacking of nouns and verbs stretchy experiments with syntax; but … Continue reading Waiting for a butterfly
An outback station - leather-coloured hills wigged over with scrub and bush where in summer just above the ground vision wavers - that violent collision of the sun's power faced with its own reflection. Far-seeing eyes look to the sky finding relief in colours blue or weather's break or just the pretty pattern of some … Continue reading A Story
Out of the Cave 