No compass for wrack They say, in the north countryrain has lost its bearingsand wanders seeking a daughteror son to remember the touchof earth on cheek and knee.How bones, out of kilterkeep clear of steeping gulchand scry for penance in feldsparweigh each measure of lossto shy at every consequence.Deep south, the indifferent skycurls back a … Continue reading Two of my poems from the newly released Lothlorien Poetry Journal Volume 2

                                                 The ripped wire is back up uncurled recycled twice the effort for half the result(I hear the scent of you smiling in the fragrant drapery of the orange tree),but happy doing the right thingwitnessed by how much the disinfectant stings my hands All those cuts for a little comfort and of course pleasurein some resurrection … Continue reading The Fencer and the Sunset: Eight Bars for Broken Strings

snow only comes with death hereI thought I heard you saybut it fell twice at Christmas as we watched the truancy of crystalshredded coconut out of treesrefusing to stay grounded albino kelp on the herbsa tincture of ointment risingout of that braiding landscape and I was thinking of howlepers were smoked with rosemaryso as not … Continue reading Stretcher Bearers

My friend and my enemyare buried together where the peat is frozen as glass over by Bartlet’s Outletthe falls we played beneath a chandelier of tears side by sidethe child and the adult grow under the mound patted gently with spadesof rifles loaded from Sundays an armistice culls the night its preparatory dayswound through this … Continue reading These bridges, too far

Hazza leans against a veranda post, drinking a malted milk, his hat brim pushed up, smiling into the sun. He is young. Across the road a three- legged, one- eyed Labrador goes car to car outside the takeaway, hedging itself to a tyre with a back leg propped to the rubber, gently as a sculptor’s … Continue reading Coonabarabran, Suddenly.

the glimmer catches your breatha thorn to the reachyet how that light entertainedpalm and wrist in stretchto think to encompassthose petals of beingrestrain these swathed elementariesvenetian in wander and stasisthe prick as you toucha hand withdrawn from colourso certain of consequencegasp now as primaries splinterone hue in keening refrainflickers within a closingthe burdens so heavy … Continue reading Afghanistan, a rose grew

There’s a cove. A house stragglesa sagging beach, where behind a patched blindthe Hendrix version of All Along the Watchtowersends its summons through the wave speakers.God opens the door, a stubby in one handand his left eye bleeding from a blood vessel.You’re late he pines at me, I’m too polite to saywhat I think, that’s … Continue reading Sea of Souls

Three houses downon a morning with snowI notice while out walkinga kangaroo in the vacant blockwhere they tore down the lastof the fishing shacksto build three huddled units She stands at full height to queryas I take a phone shot to provemy presence in her moment And how I wish to hold herpaw in hand … Continue reading Late Winter Sunday Reflection

You’re too daggy nowonce so ubiquitousalong with hydrangeasthe pairing almost a haiku every second child fell outof that shivering font of annunciationall Alice through hay feverthe broken skin your other variety Jason’s crew cleaned their bodieswith oil from a familiar orchardyour head tossed its fleeceover the weight of so many plantings You’re confined these daysto … Continue reading Cootamundra Wattle

the jonquils are finishing and startinga July day clear as a schoolyard bellstellar heads brighter than chortlelook one way then the otherwaiting to cross the tepid morningof warm tendencies left out to dryhere the salty ice bites into tarragona bronzed memory of Autumn risingthe oxalis periscopes at diveweeded spheres in planetary alignlaid on gravel the … Continue reading Not so still life Winter un Blues