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poetry January 31, 2026
Gone Dark Not Sydney’s harbour lights where we dine at the Opera House in Bennelong who was a bridge, looking onto a bridge. A young couple is engaged taking the customary photo of another sparkler, a woman’s hand placed on the chest of a man. I...
poetry December 6, 2025
A line from Wassily Kandinsky (2) Fish do not have hands but do display a breathless, almost childlike, quality, even in emails. Everyday activities can often be the most meaningful signifiers. I want to create that exclamation mark balloon & “...
poetry November 8, 2025
8 am, 3 February 1967 Piled into the station wagon, your sweaty skin sticking to vinyl. Seven hot bodies: three in the front, three behind, and you in the back with a book. “Norwegian Wood” on the radio I once had a girl … Travelling a thousand...
poetry September 6, 2025
Graphology Causality 72 If woken on a low-sun day snakes here being deadlier will fight their venom to take control of the light they feel unakin too. Such myths of purity and sacrifice, such residues of dragon slaying, coats of arms and...
poetry August 14, 2025
De Chirico after Bruce Bond’s “Oval” Faceless pathos, he said. Heads huge, smooth, hermetic as eggs. What I did not before, I saw. Felt gratitude for his teaching. But then he spoke of the way a child knows her way out of the wound in another’s body...
poetry July 5, 2025
As I Go Out A coffee cup fills and empties Is it sad or ready? The sun rains through the back window The plum tree showers its old leaves a quiet song not saying anything There’s a kind of ash in the air, a crush of all that’s fallen autumn’s fecund...
poetry April 26, 2025
All / those who / come as guests In Antwerp he asks the truck drivers but in vain. The day starts fading & they, without being trapped by retrospective, exert no influence upon judgements of distance. He walks away from them. All totalitarian...
poetry April 12, 2025
If I were Poet Laureate: a mandate 1. Acrostics across the sky Petrarchan sonnets on bridges connecting lovers on opposite cities. 2. Low-flying drones to drop care packages a confetti of verses on downtrodden heads scraps of bibliotherapy for the...
poetry March 29, 2025
This New Way I don’t understand this new way of living. Buying a house then razing it. Even the grass. So everything is new. Everything is not new. Is it a relentless flight from ourselves? I was always told I was weak. Not anymore. I’ve got a...
