Poetry
Heron
In the twilight, witching hour, / a white heron turns a darkening pond / into a fancy cocktail, burst of white / delicate as a swizzle stick, a chive blossom, / a...
That Humming Bird Winks Green
The sky’s blue eye blinks awareness: okay. / The heron’s paper legs / cut a fine pencil drawing — / how many wing strokes / to complete the picture? / / Who...
When the Sky Flumed
you slipt from night a hempen bag the morning ran / sacked with the first messy lightit was time you saidtime to up and vamoose / your warm body on the loose you ran knowing the...
Dogs in Cars
Dogs locked in cars while their masters shop / are all reduced, their territory circumscribed / they feel they are abandoned, left powerless / their only weapon left to them their voice....
Turning 30 Twice Over
Yukio Mishima swore he’d die a beautiful corpse. / It was the age. The sixties feared the thirties. / At thirty something you got over it / And now that you approach...
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Fall Guys
Despite their common name, scapegoats / are seen in the spring and summer. / / Take note: the fact that you got dumped / on your anniversary means nothing to the...
Light Rained Down
Lake St Clair, Tasmania, September, 2009 / / Rain drummed staccato on the metal roof, waking me before dawn. I lay in bed listening, / my nose like a dog’s, cold...
Tongue
Daring inhabitant of a confined space / bounded by what can bruise, slice / / or even kill the organ — a bilobate, blind, mouthless moray / lurking in a shark’s maw, subsisting...
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Early morning, PMO
Hansard, bound in the dead of night, arrives. / / Lay the debate open on the table. / Leaf through, take in the gore of question period, / petitions splayed, begging...