The city flickers off. Although, of course, some lights are eternal. The canal bends lamp posts catching an invisible current. The sky has a pantomime moon, orange, fallen on the stagey horizon. Cats, foxes, an occasional possum, glow in their own way – eyes out, about, lingering. Jonah fingers the cash in his pocket; … Continue reading Opaque the day, wherein she lay

Just becauseI’m on my kneesdoesn’t mean I’m down I could be praying, hell Just becauseI can’t affordyour lazy opinion Doesn’t mean I’m poor, no Just becausethese hands hold dirtdoesn’t mean they’re clenched They may be cradling, yes Just becausein each of them a life lineholds a garden’s sanity Doesn’t mean I’m rising, yetFirst published in … Continue reading Three Chord Morning

we should do something about pain managementmy doctor Eileen concerned my talon handswhat was my good kneeand the dull ache in my back need My Body is a Temple OK? pressing the green pensioner buttonOld Bill comes in the reception doormoves slowly a square rule on a caneacross and out the waiting room slider a … Continue reading Jesus, They Must Think I’m Dead

those who talk of standing sleephow they curl like catssnuffle ground as wingless dragons or idle attent in the full sun because there are not enough daysto feel earth undulate in the tease of burlap pose rump into the weather always alert for the summonsthe startled flap of ploversas unshod hooves cherish gallop then call … Continue reading They don’t know about horses

it is the thing about sufferingthe excuses of a friend’s gobbling cheeks full with unknown currency over the ankles in sandthis slow thaw to conscience weathered, open to sky every now and thenwhile dragging knees toward it a glance of redeemed sunshine clapping foreign discoursewhere every shadow is anonymous identical to the core how our … Continue reading There, but for the grace of a stranger

an immeasurable weightthe tear drop fallseverything there is the anticipationpatting a doga travel between lick or bite fifty years ago I bought the albumwith the song of the age I’ll bethis summer Christmas working on my headstonean abstract of heart on a sleevehistory is truancy but when my grandfatherwas laid out by nannain his one … Continue reading Wanna see me juggle

These mornings my dreamsseem to lack production values on the asphalt in the back lotthe noir misplaceduneven between the scenes the director’s chairblown against an earlier century waiting for that new kidchewing words at an angleconfident that the world understands the lines a lone sparrow driftingmaking feast of scattered crumbs then the ocean’s tracer lightsoundtracks … Continue reading That’s all, folks

About four hundred metresbefore Brew Roadout along the Princes Highwayon a rise to your leftif you’re not going too fastthe Peace rock is still there Remember how we hikedinto Lake Tali Karngthat black water blue all fablethe last year of schoolwe saw the unholy tuitiona seared hole in the half back’s thigh Someone on the … Continue reading Stop The War

My name is Judas, I took the money.Not that it was much; I’d have preferred American dollars,like any decent terrorist.It was just that I’d had enough.Lazarus, did he really want to go on,the loaves and fishes, what about the next meal?Bad enough that he had his own doubts,crying in the garden, drawing a crowd, then … Continue reading Iscariot’s Leap of Faith

His heart inside a large vegemite jarheld dark viscous in statesalty as a collection basin Those omnibus tearsrattle against the labelif I turn the screw top clockwise Only a little, only a little at a time There breaks a sounda keen of parent reading a story bookan outlet release of infant hands Then circles alphabets … Continue reading The trouble with my enemy