My writing

My writing that is published on this site, including lots of creative commons poetry.

  • I don’t like being described as a “performance poet”: that’s only half the story. Since I published a collection, people have said to me that my poems contain patterns and forms that are not discernible from my performances. And I find the idea of someone sitting down with my book and … Read more

  • Here’s a video of me performing poetry at Cottonmouth on 16 April 2009. Read more

  • On a street of dead lawns, security grilles bricks through windows where St Vincent de Paul’s have moved out because of crime I’m thinking about soldiers and guards. Fire stakes, nine-tails, gas chambers, rape camps, waterboards. Detention centres. Deaths in custody. Cell suicide. Paddywagon murder. Along the footpath a young woman pushes a a stroller.… Read more

  • words

    words like an electric bass, driving rhythms into my cunt like a chainsaw truck-howl guitar slashing hot claws of noise across my breasts, piercing my nipples I should get my tits tattooed with SUCK HERE, get SCRATCH & SNIFF just above my bikini line Read more

  • Cafe Boulevard deconstructs its caesar salad and lets me eat in front of the computer as I never do at home. Dymocks takes five of my books but Borders tells me to call head office. Mary Martins takes two. After the reading I go out with Peach and Ava Lanche and MCM and Alice and… Read more

  • Nick Cave wind

    Melbourne, July 2009 There’s a Nick Cave on every corner in shock-black hair, hitching up his ill-fitting pants on his skinny structure, leaning into doorways, smoking There’s a buttoned-up New York coat and hat on every block, black or checked, standing straight There’s a thin face, shadowed chin, sideways look It’s in all this brick… Read more