I have a principle which, for as long as I can remember, I have applied to my creative writing: I do not refer to any living person by their real name. Oh, I impugn the dead mercilessly and draw any number of coelecanths from the fathoms of my own imagination. But the living … if […]
yeah, The Australians
<p><br /> we’re Arabs without faith, we’re Africans without rhythm,<br /> we’re Americans afraid to tell the world we love ourselves.<br /> we’re Brazilians who can’t dance, we’re Britons without eccentrities.<br /> we’re Westminster in weekend clothes, capitalism counting loose change.<br /> we’re modernism, decadence and soft colonialism. we don’t believe in ideas, not on […]
Angelsong
"Do you know who, what, I am?" I said. The fallen angel lowered silken head, Earthscape swirling in heavenly eyes, Afore stretching wings for lustrous skies. "Everything is known to the All-Knowing." Far beyond mere lifeblood’s daily flowing Burns the longing, for harmony to be strong, Perchance to dream, be, forever angelsong…
Child of Serres
White city on brown soil plains, houses planted and breathing each other’s hidden air. Serres rains me, three days, blessing or burden three days the same. I pine for donkey carts or the sun on postcards racked behind worry beads in the colours of soccer teams. Salads swim in the ceramic dishes of oil, […]
Cats Of Cortona
I could return here in my weakness to wilt among ruined abbeys, to pass between worlds as sunlight through glass, to be reborn as a cat rounded of age and humour. I will recline upon walls as the farmer waters his motley greens, back turned to plains washed fertile by blood of thousands. I will […]
An Inscription, Somewhere Near Mount Conner
with spinifex twig plucked from thorny nest and put to the work of hands your cherished name I did engrave, cursive, upon rippled ochre sands of mala plain where cassia weeps and table-topped mesa commands in rocky crevice scattered passion-seed of wildflower has fallen to rest, biding drought and fire as seasons bring […]