Read my poetry

  • Reflecting on the past

    It may be a surprise to a lot of people that there were people kidnapped and enslaved in Australia. South Sea Islanders were captured by slave traders and sold to… Read more

  • Pen + Paper

    This wee poem is a non-political reflection on the recent elections in Australia, the banter between NRL experts every night on who is in or out of the team, the… Read more

  • Storm Lost

    Standing at the bow of the ship Icy salt water tears at my face I could drowning with each breath My body is frozen in place awaiting departure. But I… Read more

  • Beyond words

    An interesting phrase “I am beyond words”. It usually means that the person is so incredulous that they are unable to find the words to communicate. I like the idea… Read more

  • “Equity” is just a word

    Words,If you say them over and over again the start to sound ridiculous Divorced from their meaningNo longer of use.Old people are like words,Called on over and over againAnd cast… Read more

  • Crow Song

    Every day I hear the crows, seeing them in their shiny best observing the world and surviving it. I cannot break the spell I am underBirdsong fills the air with… Read more

  • Calling

    A heart that calls out across the sea Yearning for the lost pieces of me It can’t tell dreams from reality Deaf to the language of destiny It can only… Read more

  • Commute Days, Challenge 1

    I have more time commuting now, so I am going to try to post a new poem every Wednesday for as long as I can. This one was inspired by… Read more

  • A moody Monday

    “The meaning of this poem is ambiguous”, is what I would say if it was opposite day. The struggle goes on. The CallingI can hear it calling to meThe sound… Read more

  • Something new

    A different take on a traditional source of poetic inspiration… The truth, unEarthedThis is a lone blue planetBuilt on the bones of the departedNone of whom were pardoned.We are trapped… Read more

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