sharps (pot au feu)

i am sitting in a darkened cinema rolling a spiky metal ringup and down my fingerspressing in sharpto stop myself scratchingsigils into skin again it’s history          soup that has been simmeringthrough generations...

Drifting

It's the weekend again and the rain lashes the windows.I'd had some thought of weeding the garden, but the windHas other ideas. These artificial distinctions we makeBetween workday and rest — we’ve been home for 63 daysAnd one blends into another. I could have...

The 6th Great Extinction

There are no platypus under the bridge again today. It’s the fourth week in a row and we all ask each other Instead of ‘hello’, “Seen any platypus?” — hopeful And each time, it’s “Not today… not for a while…” None of us know whether it’s...

POETRY

Catastrophe

I am not entirely certain how any of us make it through unscathed, what with spitting frying pans just out of reach and the temptation of roundabouts reversing cars in driveways epidemics from exotic locales the drunk driver who slams into the rear of the car...

Recipe for joy

Here's how I imagined it: Take one house, preferably custom-built; add careful wrought-iron fixtures and a wooden spiral stair, ceiling-high bookshelves, a garden filled with lavender and wisteria. Place in a rolling yard backing onto rainforest, a sandstone path...

Imbolc spell

In the still night, you, the moon, the water. Safe in my belly, my little turtle, Come venture into the light, my daughter Amidst the chaos, her father caught her, held her tight, so, tiny, poignant, mortal. In the still night: you, the moon, the water. Those first...

5am feed

Your hold on the earth is so much less tenuous now I have sustained you with my body amazing thought your mouth to my breast eyes locked with mine filled with trust tiny hands tracing ancient angelic sigils on my skin your voice has changed from the frail bird-like...

Bury Me

I want to be worm food. Give me a while yet, under the sun, but then, when it’s time, lay me down under a gum tree and let it feed on me. I want to be worm food. Let those sightless beasts wriggle into secret cavities, making me richer, tastier, more nutritious for...

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