The Snow Child

In the hushed caramel of dusk, a face puckered and pale against the ice cold pane watched the children, cheeks …

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Words

Words tantalize me. I disappeared into them as a child, on journeys that would otherwise have been withheld from me. …

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Black Like Me

  It was the summer I turned fourteen that I wandered into a dusty book shop in Maroubra. The shop …

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Two-Headed Coin

You said you’d love me, till I lay cold in a box of walnut with silver handles; now I turn …

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There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day

I’ve been told there a wee bit of Irish in my ancestry. As St. Patrick’s Day nears I have a …

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Love

she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me

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The Hunt

Rounded yellow eyes track movement up a wall, life’s short

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Tui

standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo  

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Notes

A new CD, the notes bounce across the carpet.

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Envelope

An envelope larger than the rest, familiar scrawl I’m not forgotten

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