Unspoken
I’m sorry. I abandoned you, and the excuses are hollow; like an empty, rotting log on the forest floor. I defend my actions, hoping that …
Tag: Poetry
Watching Me
Four in the morning, I’m leaving for the airportIn the mirror I see you standing at the doorWatching me,crying My eyes feel the prickle fromthe …
T’was the Night
T’was the day before LIA HILLS and all through the night,MAC authors were working to make the class right! They counted their questions and sharpened …
Mourning for Mallacoota
Dead trees rise from the hills like grey hairs on a bald man’s head,New leaves cling in clumps to straight black tree trunks,Wattles emerge under …
Chance Meeting with a Lyrebird
Shock! Horror! I can’tbelieve I would see you hereat my super-secret moundbeside this walking track full of tourists And at the exact momentI had planned …
Jasmine
that first afternoonI feltthe disapproving glint in your eye—a flintsparkingfuture of rejection in innocenceI overlookedyour strength that grewlike water freezingto prise apartour defences from the …
The Book-Cat
She hunts down storieslike elusive miceEvery whispered wordTrembles, prey-hesitant On the tip of her whiskerThe arc of narrativeJust beyond reach Of her silky pawAs she …
Inheritance
All the men died, or lefton fields of blood and to distant shores. Heroes and angelshaunted newborn babies’ cries,bruised women’s tender hearts,left silent spaces unfilled and …
Dream Train
Steam lifts from the station’s faded, pockmarked platformSweat prickles around my templesI boardTrain movement lethargic on a warm dayLike meNo relief after the stormI doze …
Time Heals Most Things
I was only 22.So young for that job.Started in it twelve months earlier. She had taken sleeping pills. Her on-again off-again had found her in …