No Name… and Particularly Unnamed

Road to nowhere Where are you on the map? Some side street, Nothing important The ignominy is to be, but not be named The lesser evil is to make it official Even when labelled and thus captured (And this is no conspiracy!) My computer recognises your status Strange alliance May it be witness protection Or […]

WALKING THE WAY OF WATER AND ROCK

Stepping in red soil country past Minyon’s weathered drop clay-smoothed hands cup a bird’s bath portal iron furrows over silent rail bridge timbers blinks into promised sky where tumbling rush of pebbles recycle the ground and veins pummel a sound like no other, tumbling gems whose scales flash within A shovel-scraped hill gathered grindings from creek’s serpentine edge skeletal […]

The Place Where The Dreamcatcher Hangs

At the back gate where the frangipani struggles against the predations of passing samplers who want a piece for their garden without asking, or caring that the cumulative effect is the snipered dwarfism of gnarly limbs where I dismount from bicycle to lift the latch there is a sound, of tinkling glass taken out of […]

River On Fire (Haiku)

Brown river echoes the war birds’ distant thunder, shadows on water. _____ On Saturday afternoon my daughter and I traveled to Brisbane to see Riverfire – the major concluding event of the city’s annual festival. On the way to an early evening fireworks display I reflected on how the WWI Centenary celebrations have flavoured many […]

Time For Tea

I found in donated items a tiered cake plate one of three Wedgewood ghosts cleared out for a handful of dollars ownership of time simply transformed from aloft a small tierd petit fours plate hangs empty of delights but full of movement softly ticking off the hours until it is time for tea

Sea Rogue’s Song

http://vimeo.com/103627516 In quiet tides time snaggedroped to ocean’s floorinstead of raising the sea’s bountytrawling white flesh bountysweet fleshed fish and prawnsyou were taken beforegrey skies and blue raysdistilling propellers’ humschooling empty windows ghosting hollow netswith ascending breathunderwater angels visitshadows fifty metres belowthe aquarium’s hulled home

Silhouette In Salt Air

Afternoon sinks behind notes of a single warbling magpiememory collected in shadows along road’s ribbonrecall the times we waited for this spot to reveala vista of sea and rock and lighthousebefore descending from macadamia quilted hills to the coast I have come home to country the long way ’roundthe view behind the fence a snapshot […]

TO TRAVEL WITHOUT

Would one carry luggageWhen the porters smileDisarmingly white-toothedBecause you are their next mealThe roof over wide-eyed childrenA calling-in place for global roamersThe café where you drink milk frothedThat has not curdled in distended stomachs?Would one knowingly chooseThe life of one over another as thoughIt were as simple as choosing a meal from a printed menuWhen […]

Bottlebrush Dancer (tanka)

  tango flower spirit dressed for night in red allure web-woven velvet skirted softness suspended lantern sways invitingly ___________ Bottlebrush Dancer is a variation from my usual haiku with a 31 syllable tanka (5-7-5-7-7) exploring personification of a bottle brush flower. The photograph captures just one flower that was hanging over our neighbour’s fence with […]