Poetry

Cirrus Dancing

Cirrus Dancing Start with the corners. The half minutes. The awkward bumps. Blue for the sky, and white lace breezing from walls like poetry waxed smooth. Here, the puzzled pieces of your ankle braille under baked digits. Pull this apart, deconstruct, an eventime light lifting your eyes- line scanners, them and words words pulling back down filling… Continue reading Cirrus Dancing

Poetry

The Island

The Island Take me back half a decade to the streets of Sydney and autumn sun on the leaves of Centennial Park with Colin Meloy in my ears telling me it'll be alright in that love hate drawl while I love hate the girl that forced me there alone to walk the streets of Sydney… Continue reading The Island

Poetry

Untitled

  Untitled You are jumping to conclusions I am falling into line You are driving fast at answers I am leaning on you hard We are terrified of freezing, To stop swimming is to drown So the muscles keep on pummelling The skin into the ground- You are worried you're replaceable I'm scared that you are… Continue reading Untitled

Poetry

Black Sails

Black Sails Remember me, peglegged or patched falling with style into your arms- not like this. Remember me, ginlipped dripping smiles in a brick courtyard. Within easy reach- not like this. Remember me, love tricorned and corny, in a circle edemiming my way through your life. Feeling for your hand, handily- not like this. Remember… Continue reading Black Sails

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part V

Origin Story In which reality is blurred, we go back to the beginning to discover how it all began, sleep the sleep of the dead and get awkwardly personal. There is a momenta singular occasionone infinitesimal point in timejust before my eyelids closejust before sleep takes mebetween my conscious thoughtsand nightly dreamsof youwhen you become… Continue reading Unmasked- Part V

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part IV

Graphic In which our hero does a lot of things and nothing much at all, a blank page is filled, we learn a thing or two about the process and realise that Dream Girl doesn't screen her calls. "Dream Girl sighs, alone in the tunnel.She's wasting all her energy holding back the blood, stopping it… Continue reading Unmasked- Part IV

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part III

After The Golden Age In which we skip straight to the comics anyway, discover a new level of disdain for the tabloids, encounter a threat, and realise that it's not every dream in which we can fly. On Monday, all hell breaks loose. The Morning Herald runs with 'Dream Girl Sleeps With the Enemy' The… Continue reading Unmasked- Part III

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part II

Eternal Dream In which the obituaries page loses a member, we learn some comic comic book life lessons, can't help but stare at her legs, and realise there's a fundamental flaw in our hero's superpowers. Mild-mannered Matthewrough round the edgessits atop a skyscraperlegs over ledges.Sitting there staringdown on the heads andthe matchbox sized taxis andthe… Continue reading Unmasked- Part II

Poetry

Sides

Sides I try to hide a side of me beneath false walls of charm I bury it at low tide and leave it there to drown then panicky, hysterical spinning on a dime I rant and rave that in my haste I've killed the wrong side. I'll stare into a mirror watch my breath inflate… Continue reading Sides

Poetry

Rewiring

Rewiring "Write me a poem," she says, "-like you would for her." Like one of your french girls      I think, my mind in the gutter staring up at her arse. "But make it nice." Twirling her patchwork scent flowered and perfumery tumbling in my nostrils. "Nothing dirty." She says, winking- the galaxies of her eyes… Continue reading Rewiring