In the hushed caramel of dusk, a face puckered and pale against the ice cold pane watched the children, cheeks … More
Category: writing
Words
Words tantalize me. I disappeared into them as a child, on journeys that would otherwise have been withheld from me. … More
Black Like Me
It was the summer I turned fourteen that I wandered into a dusty book shop in Maroubra. The shop … More
Two-Headed Coin
You said you’d love me, till I lay cold in a box of walnut with silver handles; now I turn … More
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 … More
Love
she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me
The Hunt
Rounded yellow eyes track movement up a wall, life’s short
Tui
standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo
Notes
A new CD, the notes bounce across the carpet.
Envelope
An envelope larger than the rest, familiar scrawl I’m not forgotten