Poetry

I write, perform and publish poetry.


My two books of poetry are available from Boris Books. Kissing Angels on the Eve of Revolution is $10, The World on My Washing Line is $12. Postage and handling additional, see Boris Books.

From Kissing Angels on the Eve of Revolution:

for the young

 

 

for the young with long, loose hair

it's easy to come running hurdles to each other's arms, eyes,

    beds and secret places

straining at the knock-off bell from classrooms,

    computers or conveyor belts

to nestle all night into their hidden world

of giggles, candles and condoms

being held safer than puppies

easy to brush away the morning alarm clock

roll blearily back to dreams and kisses

and be half an hour late for work

 

but

love doesn't always sprout on such fertile ground

it struggles up everywhere

between children and the cracked memories of an old marriage

seeking sunlight between baby-sitters, bills and begging him

    to have the kids just this one weekend

organising sweet-time on the phone

between dropping one at soccer practice

and the other at a friend's

pushing roots down into soil that argues

    mothers don't take time for themselves

    mothers don't take lovers

    mothers don't take

and the peach-faced kids

she loves like her limbs

tugging always

    always

at the hem of her mind

 

 

From The World on My Washing Line:

The Revolution

 

The Revolution will be refused public liability insurance,

    due to inadequate risk management plans.

The Revolution will have its application for use of public space

    rejected by the municipal authorities,

    because it is unable to provide evidence of public liability insurance.

The Revolution will be rejected for funding from government agencies,

    with a letter explaining that it was a competitive field

    and suggesting the Revolution seeks corporate sponsorship instead.

The Revolution will be rejected for corporate sponsorship,

    because it is incompatible with the current corporate image.

The Revolution will be found to be in contravention of the 1998 Noise Abatement Act.

The Revolution will be informed it cannot proceed

    without a detailed occupational health and safety policy,

    and at least one trained OH &S Officer for every ten revolutionaries.

Workers will not be permitted to use special or compassionate leave

    to attend the Revolution,

    unless an immediate family member is killed during clashes with police.

Treatment of wounds inflicted by police during the Revolution

    may be exempt from Private Health Benefits Schemes

    at the express discretion of the insurer.

Costs of transport to or from pickets, riots and occupations,

    gas masks and other protective clothing,

    flammable liquids and other weaponry

    may not be claimed as tax deductions.

Participation in the Revolution by Newstart recipients

    will not be deemed as fulfilling Mutual Obligation requirements,

    however any income derived from sale of goods

     looted during riots will be considered assessable income.

All in all, the Revolution will be a fine thing.

 

 

the cold, hard facts

 

It’s time for ABC staff to take a cold shower, stop being molly-coddled and get a dose of the

real world.

Right wing commentator on 2JJJ Talkback radio, May, 1996.

 

we’ve taken your cold showers

in August rented flats you’re waiting to re-zone

put new notches in our belts

looked long at your cold hard facts

swallowed our share of the pain

and some

but the real world

let me show you

away from yr abstract offices

 

here is the woman who carried me for nine months

squeezed my tiny body from hers

in great pain

just to have someone to confetti with her love

 

who loved me and my two sisters equally

and never pushed one of us out the front door forever

with two packets of biscuits

for each candle on our last birthday cake

because we failed to achieve efficiency benchmarks

 

who invested fifty thousand hours and more dollars

into each of us

knowing we would walk away into our own lives when ready

leaving no return at all

 

peek through the window

of this frost-bitten Ainslie rented room

where two lovers huddle under a thin stained doona

watch how they anoint kisses, caresses and compliments upon each other

with no contract guaranteeing terms

 

come into this garden

witness the blessed earth

give birth to weed and wheat

pansy and potato

thistle and onion

in abandoned abundance

 

the real world is luminous with molly-coddling

 

now go

design an economy

based on the reality of mothers, lovers and humus

 

consider the warm soft facts