Monday, 30 June 2014


Leave the highway

where the lamp-post
stands like a policeman

and a phone keeps ringing
in an empty phone box.

Saturday, 28 June 2014



Sleep somewhere
either side,

but you can't be sure. 

Friday, 27 June 2014

Brass Belt Buckle

Your friend for this season
wears a brass belt buckle.

He wears the fragrance of forests
you've never seen before.

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Reading The Hedgerows

The day passes in whispers.
You read the hedgerows.

These frozen catkins
could get us through
the next few hours.

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Charred Pages

When a book is put on the fire
the charred pages retain
a memory of whatever
it was
that stitched
the pages together
in the first place

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Haunted Cat

Image by Su Joy

The fragrance
of moss below snow.

As soon as you
pick up the scent
it vanishes.

of dreams.

Graveyards spiced
with tawny-black
strands and shreds
blended with earth.

A brine of yawns,
the white whiskers

draw a smile
across space

tuned to trace
whatever’s out there
in the pewter
sky cloud.

Treacle bubbles in a cauldron.
Black sound with gold puddles
burbling in the cave of bones.

Listen carefully…

a symphony,

the ululations
between fish,

the whole starry shebang.

Slow ghost foam
pneumatic hiss
breakers whisper
the shore…

Conjuring trick of pink
blancmange in a jelly mould.
A white plate, an abracadabra
sleight of octogenarian hand.

Immaculate tremble
on an oaken gate-legged table.
Rainbow of mackerel fur
tigering the fluid shape.
Fits the glove, like a winter’s hand.

Travels the night sky
as a witch on her
moonlit broomstick. 

Sydney Opera House
mice locators,
spheres within shells
set with perfect symmetry
above snake-yellow


the spine-sharp tongue,
the scissor shear teeth

body going one way,
ears turned another,

a clue to the
moon’s mood,

the star’s claw
as we retract

sequential thinking
into a padded sleep.

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

The Pirate Ship

Image by Su Joy  

The inverted pirate ship sails beneath the countless ripples.
Black lines distort and twist in solid water where quartz pink glazes the potential for creatures from the deep to rise up, break the surface and adorn the pages of the mystery annuals. The stuff of legends, TV documentaries and T-shirts. This water is a ladder made of undulating rungs waiting for us to climb the silvery surface. But come now, let us turn ourselves the right way about and take the blue ladder that escapes along a gaseous bridge that glows above the trees. Let’s leave the water, the rings to continue on through greenish imaginings.

Sunday, 15 June 2014

The Grief Lamps

Shadowy figures
under grief lamps

a picking up, dusting down
before scattering home.

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Grey Lake

Morning holds its breath.
Two mugs in, the grey lake
seen through smoking glass,
takes on colour.

Image by Su Joy

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

Bubbling Brew

The green bottle
on her side of the bed
does a pretty good job
of imitating glass.
Wears the right colour,
gleams where it should:
says look, here I am,
filled with a bubbling
brew that’s sure
to take your blues

Good thing 
I’m not thirsty 
this morning.

Monday, 9 June 2014

TV Bomb

Sunday ticks down like a bomb
in a movie where the hero
can’t find the wire he needs
to cut to save the situation.
I give it up and go to bed.
Wait for the explosion
re-running pictures
from the television
through my head. 

Thursday, 5 June 2014

In The Woods

A tangle of woods,
thoughts of mortality:

my own

and others
who have gone on
before me.

on silver-
green leaves.

For want of a human voice,
I click on the car radio…

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Unseasonable Visitor

He shakes crystals from his silver hair
hangs his long coat in the black hall

frost prints follow
his metal boots
across the floor

and without so much
as a by your leave
he stands before
the cold ashes
still not swept
from the hearth

he takes the frozen clock
down from the mantelpiece

shivers the icy hands forward
one silent hour.


Sunday, 1 June 2014

The World Turned Upside Down

The Box Brownie
red portal
spy hole
for checking
the film is all
present and correct

shoots Frida Khalo

her face drawn
on a yellow 

that gets lifted
by the wind

to cartwheel
the bouncing field

another artist
turning the world
on its heels.


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