Category: Poems

published in Waiting for the Southerly October seems confused, we shed clothes put them on, look to the sky for clues shake our heads. Last week the relentless smack of blowflies on glass, shut against the sun later flung wide for any chance cool. Next day heaters retrieved from storage as snow falls in Katoomba. At night the news is complicated people run with their money presidents race to the finish line. I’ve heard the…

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for my motherpublished in Waiting for the Southerly You used to fish off rocks under whiskered cliffs where crabs eyed me sideways clicking like mice bones. I watched your skill with knife and knot, your toughened skin stained with gut. I peered in pools gummed with limpets, anemones tugged my fingers like blissful newborns. We had the salt and wind, the gulls poised on updraughts and the far reach from beach to open sea. Now you…

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