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 […]

ENDANGERED: COASTAL EMUS AND SUGAR CANE FARMERS

Though I have traveled this stretch of highway several hundred times, only twice have I seen the rare and elusive coastal emu. More squat than his inland cousins with brown feathers, he sailed regally through the green sea of knee-high sugar cane. I recall this windshield scene and the retired cane farmer says that although […]

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 […]

THE LANDING

Not being a parachutist, I notice the incoming bird with splayed feet and the awkward wings of a teenager. Others look up, grounded as we are, to benches and grass and sand. Mothers pushing children on arcing swings. The fisherman casting bait through parabolas into saltwater. Even the dog that marked the pole. Collectively we […]

The Nude Painting

The artist’s model reclines. Fully clothed, he fusses with the line of his shirt, the trouser length, his tie. A stray thread worries him. He pulls at it. “Comfortable?” she enquires. His face is fully exposed to the woman sketching him, she who will paint him and capture his face… torso… legs… on canvas. He […]