Tuesday, April 26, 2011

heard early

a butcher birds praise
of unfledged flesh
slits open the day

Thursday, April 21, 2011

in the place where i am

horizons coil into my blood
creek beds hide water
black stones hold
memories of fire
dust records

out here
in the place where i am

bones fray

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

bronze wing

She is finished she said
her luck over and out
wrap me up in my blanket
bury me deep down
where the dingoes and crows wont
where the dingoes and crows wont
where the dingoes and crows wont

if only I was
if only I could
if only
I had the flight of a bronze wing

I put down the phone
find the instruction book

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

travelling east

before us
the stars climb
the moon falls

Monday, April 18, 2011


in my socks
i clicked the sunrise
squeezed it in a box

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Letter to Di

Birds sing.
Dog barks.


Bottle brush red
in the pool.

Sun love bites
my neck -
tea bags sink
in a milky sea.

I lie
sun soaked.

Dog sings the blues.
Invisible neighbour
creaks his shed
rust roof
green door.
Plays Triple J.

cabbage moths cross flight paths
an ant spell checks my page
the washing machine insists
no time to play

Sky colour -
Uplift Me Blue.

Saturday, April 9, 2011


first light
honey eaters chorale
nectar sweet

Thursday, April 7, 2011


babblers in lower branches
silence of the cat

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

grin and bear it?

Is 3.30pm a time to give your self a treat?
Make peace not war?
Check the water level in the bird bath?
Begin to anticipate the clock strike four?
Crack a nut?
Eat a kernel?
Try not to cry?
Remember to be grateful, mindful, full, full, full?
Put the hammer away and fill the kettle?
Watch shadows slip?
Be the stillness of the watering can
plastic green bin
discarded shoes
and a sock?
Is it time to put your head in your hand,
four fingers curved
into your bottom lip?
Let extremities fold inwards?
To concentrate on the hand that writes not types?
Link with ink?
Not pick at scabs or lick the wound?
Is 3.55
the time to listen to roof heat tick,
watch the frangipanni fall -
grin and bear it?

Monday, April 4, 2011

Here Again

I am here again
at the back table
the back table
I built and oiled
on early mornings
to avoid
the eye sizzling heat of noon.
Here again.
Being and moaning -
to myself
to the page
to the world
that my handwriting
like me
before my eyes,
my eyes
before my brain
my brain
within my body
which deteriorates
and on
and on
and on
when a mudlark/ piping shrike/peewee
unaware of deterioration /decay/time
oblivious of my thoughts/ feelings/self pity
careless of the cold east wind setting the scene for autumn
took a bird bath
spun globes of water like planets and suns into the air
made rainbows with the morning
and ruffled feathers blurred the black and white.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Friday, April 1, 2011