where the jetty meandersbrokeningly wadingin a high jumper’s roll,a pelican fills up the dayholding a reserve for tomorrowa word it regurgitates to reflectout of preening reminiscencethe savour of relivingtastes of feeding again whilst weary anglers returnsinging of old regretthat good times are a harvest,pooling about in undefined circlesand knowing it can flywherever the fancyor carefree … Continue reading At Gypsy Point

Would our conversation have continuedif I asked about colour and strokeand offered, words are unused palettesmade tactile for the willingas she turned to restrain my OCDeach object, centred yet abstractin younger days congealing and tamedby that wild brush, of a hand pouring tea. Margaret Olley Yellow Room

A koala walked beside mewhile I mowedstopped when I stoppedlooked over and slothed alongwhen I started again Two black snakes ahead of medoing it harduphill in the drivewaythe gravel clingingtheir red bellies dusty Three eagles counting upliftstracked me to the dry creekplayed keepings off with magpiesI was singing Guantanamerawhen the deer sprang Four horses came … Continue reading Summer has its reasons

I could tell you of the hard hail of sixpenceson this speckly jumper with its barbed wire holesand the elbow gash from knowing’s usewhere the mousing cat snoozles in,or the sudden whack to the facethe first time words stub into you from love’s slammed door,a teenage death before experience cures. But there’s a black cockatoo … Continue reading Scarecrow

remember the first time that retchof a trodden heart when youthfancies itself worth an ending this hill so steep I’m standingfingers dug into the green of itwaiting for the valley to drop the bike on its head by the soakhow the angle tripped technologyfour wheels sliding in dismay telling death him her it themwhat a … Continue reading Fuck You Truck, Bastille Day 2016

I received a letter today ‘To The Householder’ on the addressin an envelope from Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnessessix stamps, from overseas, inside it was a photocopyquoting Matthew 6: (9) (10) Jesus explaininga bright hope for the future plus some bonus Isaiahwith a QR Code to the latest magazine my initials.orga paperclip caught my nail … Continue reading Leonard Cohen and the delayed Block Print drops in

we drive over to your sister’son a day shiny and crispas porcelainthe tide wildin a thousand Hokusaithe flags only metres apartzinced oiled kids slosh aroundsea line hallucinatesbig frog clouds blurp horizonsmy heart is awashlike our first kissI was too shy to givea ring in ternamong the gullsall one flightwhen the eagle passesGreek Indian Italian nightsten … Continue reading Venus Bay, New Year’s Day

ankle deep courageseven Rips stretchI could to be more carefulholding day as if tomorrowcan be contained, netted don’t touch buoyancythe wings blemish to unflightbecoming now unexpectedtoddler rock pool smilejizz and fizzle, released I recall a hat blown to seaa lizard skin bones inside outbright of shinearch less footsteps parasolscuttle fish, thousands a different coast nowevery … Continue reading At 67, I recognize spectrum, again

The clock in the caris still not on ESDSTbut Autumn will catch itreturning time to a proper constant last night we strained our stomach muscleslaughing over the empty chairswe were going to take a photo of then at midnight three illegal skyrocketsexploded only feet into the air today the ham bone will be leftamong the … Continue reading New year resolutions

when I find a strand of your hairover a chair like a ribbon or the silk that holds me for a secondwalking between the old orchard trees I lay it back in place there you’d laugh over that fastidious detailhow it must be undisturbed and you would slightly bite my shoulderas I came back up … Continue reading I don’t know what to say