• (Portrait of Rita) Commissioned 2009. This work may not be reproduced by any process, including printing, without permission. In all she did, she loved. The glow of her! Her Welsh voice, its gentle lilts and rolls a balmy pool with bubbles, waves and ripples. Her lipstick-pretty mouth. Her peach-bloom cheeks. Her neatly cultured brows and… Read more

  • 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