Where the Line Breaks is out in Australia and New Zealand, and I am officially a published author, which is a wonderful sentence to be able to write. It's something I've dreamt of since I wrote my first Batman poem in primary school, and the time I rewrote a Biggles story by changing all the… Continue reading The Path to Publication: Book Birthday!
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This Love Won’t Break Your Heart (Happy New Year 2020)
2020 was a hell of a year. While we managed to get through it (and even managed some personal milestones: got engaged, finished edits for my debut novel, and revealed the cover art for said novel), we won't be looking to relive it anytime soon. So hopefully, like us, you welcomed in the new year… Continue reading This Love Won’t Break Your Heart (Happy New Year 2020)
Illawarra Family Tree
Illawarra Family Tree Says the Sylvester boy to young Mary,“Come out Miss Mary, come outand feel the rain.”Red earth under his nailsdrops like tears on his dirty shirt.All the fields open to the sky. Says the Sylvester boy to young Mary,“Will you dance?” as he hums a tunehair over his eyes,and disused laughterrising from her throat.Nails… Continue reading Illawarra Family Tree
Pup
Pup I knew you through photos your tiny pup head/ a sock around your tiny pup chest/ a bowl of food and your tiny pup butt/ redearthrunning itchyfeetsgrr catchtheballmate butimonlytiny andinthefarkin spinifex I watched you through photos getting tiny pup sick/ your hair in bald patches throwing tiny pup up/ and a tiny pup grave… Continue reading Pup
Untitled
I have thought about trivialising this paring its bass notes down to a simplified list or hiding behind cheap laughs, faced with impossible tasks I have been known to panic left with only my poor excuses. Unwilling to accept that I am unable to do justice. What words would work to describe a half-dream to… Continue reading Untitled
I Tell Myself
Every day I must I tell myself. Write and whether it's the hell of holes or the height of sophistication I will honour my family debt. Turn my thoughts to desert life and make believe dogs or war dogs coming out with gross approximations of the real stuff. Punktual as opposed to spunktual or should that… Continue reading I Tell Myself
And Tonight My Heart
I can't get my head around kissing you this morning and tonight my heart beating ten hours on a plane away Lying here awake and the emptiness in my chest fluttering a hummingbird looking for a home And even with my eyes closed the pupils have pins in them Searching you out
Two Foxes
Two foxes entwined upon a feather bed Twin suns shining on a sleeping world A pair of hearts running to a classic air A bubble, raindrops on an upturned tongue.