POETRY
out of sorts
my clothes don't match today such a simple thing to turn confident strides into frumpy shrinking such a long way from flowing ochre silks or scarlet coats; my mind hunches in concert, narrowed, pinched, as if the scope of thought permitted directly correlates to style...
Death, death, death
For Brian Widdows, Jaime's daughter Kaya and Ceredwyn and Keith's cousin There is an infinite sadness in certain acts that cannot be escaped and tonight I grapple with the trifecta: A murder, a suicide, the death of a baby moments before it entered the world Around...
Sliding into Sydney
When we were young we watched incandescent flickering images of people rising like a sea from train stations, koyaanisqatsi in the Valhalla cinema on Glebe Point Road late at night and we swore we would never become one of these faceless creatures on escalators, on...
Untitled
My sister unknowingly let me in on a secret today. In our family, there are no diminutive nicknames of affection for grandparents and great-grandparents, merely a rollcall of patronyms: Grandma Bersten, Grandma Levine, Grandma Bass.
Love
In the beginning Love is wordless It is the touch of skin Suckling. A cuddle in the dark. Then love is simple I love you mama Means you are my world And you are comfort and Healing to me In teenhood love is mercenary. I love you ma means Thanks for letting me Borrow...
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