• The lyrics

    (for two voices) It’s just a thing. Just a thing. We did the research. We measured it. Don’t bother to write, to sing. It’s just a thing.      But      when we held each other           naked to the waist      the skin over our hearts           pressed close— That’s just pheromones, chemicals, your oxytocin receptors firing. We did the… Read more

  • There’s a live radio version from 2012 in this interview. Fly free, I said. I wanted to fly. On my back, wings have grown: their bones      from structures of thought, their sinews      from lines of ideas, their muscles      from patterns of rhythm, their layered feathers      from notes and rests Here on the ground      with a… Read more

  • The man I want is smart enough to think in metaphor and reason by analogy. He reads. The man I want has a dangerous lean to the left. He’s quietly spiritual, with hope but not delusion. The man I want likes conversation better than TV. He likes to sit around late at night, talking. He… Read more

  • I’m the featured poet in the following three episodes of Red Lobster, a poetry program that screened on Northern Access Television, Melbourne. Some of the open-mike poets aren’t bad either 🙂 Look out for Jennifer Compton, Maurice McNamara, and David McLauchlan, who is also the cameraman and producer. We were filmed at WestWord on 8… Read more

  • About the people in Amber Fresh’s poem “wind farm” wind in the turbines electric generation his fingers brush mine Read more

  • am I not?

    in stark black lines on white the cane toad      with lumps and warts drawn as rounds and discs      inked eyes      a curve as a hint of tongue comes out of the night with its croak: am I not?      am I not, too,      made for some      place? First published in Westerly Published in the Fremantle Press… Read more