is mauve flowers on quartz red sand spinifex ringworms of new growth outside my Father’s town blown tyres dead 'roo lies pro...

a cradle and a darkened glass the moss of our extinction hoarded here the brush of skin and ash and hair their fall a cry of loss mad...

When I reach the first glimmer of the sea my heart sings. Is it my sea-faring DNA welling up or the sheer beauty of the day? Gone from ...

She says, Dating only leads to breakups or marriage and you’re not fit for either. She says, You’ve never inhaled a novel, s...

He bought a helmet for his heart and wore it out on dates. It protruded through his best shirts as ladies stared at their plates. He bou...

Endless troopie hours          between craters and dunes; there was no need to speak.          We pull up at what’s left of a town. He i...

By the blinding salt-pool three brothers fresh out of a Broome lockup down XXXX and stare through weed-haze at three brolgas beginnin...

I wish I’d kissed you When you asked to see my eyes But I was transfixed By the curl of your lips And the scarce sincerity In your wor...

Here lies Liz she’s tired Here lies Liz she’s lazy Here lies Liz this is fiction Here lies Liz truth untenable Here lies Liz ov...

the cello soars as we glide upwards along the road cut deep into sandstone cliffs afternoon sun warms my hand resting on your knee ...

on a grey day she walks from the station and folds her dry raincoat onto my stool — I will sit taller at the piano birdlike, this exam...

Never been much of a knitter, but this winter, driven by sorrow and hopelessness I resolve to knit squares, twenty-eight garter stitch ...

under his thumb let him think he has won knit two, purl two another day she plays for time he gets his way purl two, knit two chil...

Inside the pages of every novel I ever saw you sink into; every book whose tortured paths I travelled, whose country lanes I meandered, ...

…it always was. The mirror conceals her body. The tree won’t cover her limbs. The sun refuses to hide her tears. The roots shadow her b...

the man says it isn’t like that the woman says it is the man says it isn’t like that the woman says it is the man says the woman says ...

In the pink of the Mormon, he stole his soul away from Garhd.        It was like so derogating. Forget it. Breaking round the wrong doo...