• 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

  • Scared It is dark. I am lost. It is horrible. I mean it is really really scary. When it is light I am found. ——Callan (aged about 10) He hugs his teddy-bear and says Sing a happy song. He wants a happy song, lilting along, to distract him from the growl of his voice-destroying fear.… Read more

  • I get a beer and lean on the bar I can smell the pheromones He’s been sweating into that t-shirt all afternoon I want to touch but he doesn’t even smile I think he’d be intense in bed A really good hard fuck But he’s so serious He doesn’t flirt And I don’t know where… Read more

  • mojo

    no words: my head your scket: want my words in your pcket: want my hand in your pcket? oh fck it—let’s just dance Read more