Lost in the City
“I used to live in Pakenham.” She spat the first syllable of the place out. She said it with a certain shock like she could …
The Walls Are Splattered With Blood
The walls are splattered with blood.My bloodmy husband’s bloodtoo much blood spilled tonight.Grey ghosts we call them, orWhite walkersNew arrivals, pale, nearly invisible, evil A gentle …
Song of My Husband After Encountering an Unspecified Animal During His Night-time Run
Verse:I’d never even heard of wildPanthersIn the hills before, I grew up in CanberraSo how could I have imagined itWhen I didn’t know theStories? Chorus:I …
Lake House at Daylesford
I have wanted to experience Lake House at Daylesford for a long time. It opened in 1984 and by the time I was working in …
Of Mothers and Daughters
A forest path, damp after spring rains. The sky overhead a cornflower blue, speckled with soft drifts of cotton wool cloud. Sunshine filtering through tall …
The Language of Tomorrow
Time surged forwardTime suspendedAt the same timeI’m in a different land nowWatching and waitingBemusedConfusedToday is a lost land with comfort if I lookBut no certaintyTomorrow …
Don’t You Think That’s Odd?
You’ve never met my kids Don’t you think that’s odd? I flew interstate to see your new baby only weeks after she was born But …
Notes on a Tragedy
These are the thoughts of my eight year old son upon watching Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet (1996); Romeo is a dumb name. Explosions are …
Reflections on clouds and whether they can form a longer-term relationship
When we were young we wereAn Excellent MatchEveryone said soTold us soWe told us soCommon interests, you know, the usual things: sense of humour, musicAgainst …
Observations
I love to sit and watch the world go by, watch the people as they come and go, going about their business. It’s so much …