Intimacy

Intimacy

A poem about everyday love.

Painted Room

Painted Room

In memory of my late Father who passed away suddenly and the long night that I have made home.

Minefield

Minefield

The world revolves,
sun casts the fields pink and yellow.

How to preserve freedom?

How to preserve freedom?

Meditating on Aboriginal women’s tragedy and the issue of law regarding prostitution and ultimately freedom.

magnetron

magnetron

Who is the butterfly, who the flower?

Neat

Neat

This poem reflects on the life of a writer.

Self Portrait Through Convex Lenses

Self Portrait Through Convex Lenses

I relax, limbs spread across the bed.
Under a comforter I roast on a spit

My little piece of hell

My little piece of hell

A poem about feeling trapped in a life that I am well aware I should be out of for many reasons.

No Reason

No Reason

And that was it, there was nothing left to say;
In a world that hits hard, a soft touch fails to hold meaning;

I get up at dawn

I get up at dawn

This poem is inspired by early Chinese poetry, and it is an entirely original composition.

So Very Much is Left…

So Very Much is Left…

So very much is left unseen
Between the printed out pictures and

Remember

Remember

My poetry refers to the past and the present almost simultaneously.

Not a Rose

Not a Rose

This piece touches on self-worth…more like, pushes away and embraces the duality of the idea.

See you around

See you around

A work of horror, of guilt and of droll humour.

Vigilance

Vigilance

In the resilient haze of my infanthood A half-opened drawer of linens Exudes my mother’s fragrance Of jasmine, almond, and cloves.

Freed

Freed

My poem reflects an idiosyncratic vision of the mind/body divide and of the journey to personal freedom.