Broken earth

This poem has been a little while in the writing. The idea for it came from a conversation I had with my friend Kate Creatif in which I mentioned the Australian mining town Broken Hill. https://www.aussietowns.com.au/town/broken-hill-nsw Broken Hill If you drive far enough you will arrive at the Silver City built on eight hundred deathsContinue reading “Broken earth”

Happy Mother’s Day

For the all mothers, and mothers-at-heart, and the people who love them…this one’s for you. Recollections Do you remember the smell of our first rain in years? The way it hung with organic promise in the air as the temperature fell? Initial drops were fat and heavy – dive bombing the powder dry soil beatingContinue reading “Happy Mother’s Day”

Free form Friday

This poem was the product of hearing the first line in my head and then letting it tumble from neuron to notebook. Insights My thoughts are running wild falling over themselves as they trip on hidden punctuation, becoming dunk on self congratulation My emotions are complexities woven into the strata of an archeological dig: objectsContinue reading “Free form Friday”

Uncontainable lust for life

This poem is freshly lifted from the notebook. It was written after I’d had lunch and was looking at my back garden – it is a place of pride and shame. Pride because it can feed my family and shame because we do not give it the attention it deserves while at the same areContinue reading “Uncontainable lust for life”

The anti-list poem poem

Speaking only for me and my writing, I tend to write list poems when I am feeling stalled and need to just start pushing my pen across the paper to unblock. Perhaps this is why my list poems tend to be rants about how messed up the patriarchy is…you have agree it generates a LOTContinue reading “The anti-list poem poem”

Riding the pandemic waves

This poem was inspired by my return to the office this week, the first time in three months I had to use my swipe card, sit at my desk, say hi to whole people (and not just their head and shoulders). It was also the tail end of the school holidays. The return Like seagullsContinue reading “Riding the pandemic waves”