The Jazz Baby progresses

I make life difficult for myself. I've reported previously that my submission to present papers at 2 conferences in different cities in th esame week were both accepted. The subject for one was the Ukraine war and the place of poetry in translating the unthinkable, while for the other it was my 'discovery' of Ida … Continue reading The Jazz Baby progresses

April is National Poetry Month – Celebrating Devil In The Wind

The good people at Smashwords are celebrating National Poetry Month, featuring some of the poetry books that are sold through their digital book outlet. They have been kind enough to include my book, Devil In The Wind. YOu might recall, Devil In The Wind is the poetry of bushfires - specifically it is written in … Continue reading April is National Poetry Month – Celebrating Devil In The Wind

FF #14

who knewthis lifewould turn outjust the wayit has backwhen we were childrengazingat stars in the black night sky hanging therelike glittering jewelsjust out of reachabove nineteensixty-nineseemed to be . . . wellI recallit seemed to bejust fine there were menon the moonand rock and rollwas kingand all the young folkback thenwere high I was justa … Continue reading FF #14

vigilance (eternal)

I am seated –quiet –in the verandah shade jut away –a little –from the beating sun my reasonisthe ripening plums alreadythree quarterstakenor scattered as debrison the ground todayI am guardianto a small harvesttomorrow ~ the two oak treesare lushin leavesand densein green their shadowsconceal wattle birdsand magpies thrip-pickersand blackbirds cockatoos they are –nearly –invisible amazing … Continue reading vigilance (eternal)

saved (by wonder)

would it bewonderful would itbe . . . marvellous to be savedin the nickof time to avoidan ignominiousend Ithink it might ~ the streetsare full of houseslitby lights every colour –redand green and blueand golden shades – imitationtwinkling stars and mangerslordmangerseverywhere memesand memoriesof somethingfrom long ago who knowswhat thatmight have been the christmas cometis in … Continue reading saved (by wonder)

Merry Christmas, 2021

I'm planning to wind down my online activities for the year from around now, so I thought I should take the opportunity to thank everyone who has followed along with the blog here and my various publishing activities through 2021. You make this obsession of mine with writing and publishing poetry feel a little special. … Continue reading Merry Christmas, 2021

faded (the stars away)

Who are those hooded hordes swarmingOver endless plains ~ I ate the moonlast night right downto the rind then skimmeda staron fireacross the sky laterit was the starsthemselves eaten bythe eastern sky oneby oneit claimed them a wave of lightsnuffing outthe night time and yet . . . and yetthere was noviolence no celestial spillageof … Continue reading faded (the stars away)

a low song (for a dying moth)

What is that sound high in the airMurmur of maternal lamentation https://www.abc.net.au/news/2021-12-09/bogong-moth-grey-headed-flying-fox-endangered/100687642 ~ singa low songfor the bogong moth e-e-iy e singsad songsfor the bogong moth e-e-iycorroboree motherthey are deadthey are dying e-e-iy e mother they are deadtheyare dying e-e-iycorroboree motherwe aredeadandwe are dying e-e-iy eiy e we are dying no morewe will hidethe moon … Continue reading a low song (for a dying moth)