Moth on the Rocks
a moth at the mass all broken and fluttering finds its way home – alleluia against stone dedicated to its unmoved mover. the moth all dead remains with t...
Category: poetry
The Word For Canary Is Forest
There's a pale canary, stuck in a cage. It's being taped singing without a page. And there are chains in the overtones and overtones in the chains...
Past the Stile of Stars (Elegy for Mary Oliver)
Midsummer afternoon – airy aisles weave and thread through the plum trees. Pen in hand, I walk the lawn through an errant sprinkler, the blue sky so vacan...
Dry lightning strikes Tasmania in the summertime
The moon's so bright I can't sleep. The cracks between clouds fracture the white...
The Luddites
IN passion, in darkness, in silence they came/With hammers and righteousness...
there is a yes
what does it mean to bless? there is a yes whose opposite is more of yes. there is a more which is not grasping but a gratefulness. there is a please which is n...
little crab
cradling you/in your thin brown exoskeleton of chitin/tasting the salty
what the night said to the dawn
17 october 2014, 11.57pm for jeremy i can’t hold it back, i can’t hold any of it back. everything is growing relentlessly green. leaves won’t go ba...
One last load of washing
I did one last load of washing after the sun went down tonight, creekwater pale in the antelight, banjo frogs bong bong bonging beneath the reeds at the bottom ...
Morning Thoughts for a Friend
Dear Katarina Sounds of the silvereyes Waking and chirruping Breeze in the gum trees First truck rattles by...
Slave Girl
When I see the herons fly Outside your window, then I think Of...