The house for once stilled, silence breaks like luck of some kind. The light is on my back and I am looking at the slow mottling on my h...

Under this flickering blue light, in this sea of tapers and taffeta, saccharine bite of toffee and floral pattern of too-sweet wine on ...

It was not the lion, majestic, harbouring its life force in the easy rise and fall of its flanks, so much as the fear of it coming with...

Another lawn Cut like a soldier’s crop With box hedge fences Another row Of homeless daffodils Frown at the sky In the shadow of ghos...

the front thirty young red flags march Murray st to shout absent truths beyond the suburbs their parents Sunday afternoon lawns a...

i dreamt of black dogs flying over Hiroshima and Nagasaki applause and cheer for bombs falling like gods to earth empires of gold a...

wrought iron carcass of harboured regrets lying dormant under turgid heavy swell holding what could have been without air or fear th...

I dreamt of my daughter holding me with her words as we drove from the ocean toward a world that is not mine and never will be I a...