Category: Poems

As of October 2011, I’d posted over three hundred poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. I then ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that too. Every now and then I post a poem here … but not as often as I’d like.

  • just where the instrumental kicks in i’m down at reception signing names now she’s back from hell’s other wing stirring up trouble beneath our skins clouds sown with rain seeds as down systems beyond the understanding of space entrepreneurs see their boring powers & if they want to photograph me from space they’re welcome to…

  • 300

    cigarette distant a from smoke like disappear will we

  • two hearts rushing into the freaky world busted compromised lonely to be pitied – smashed our glasses & instead went blind no way back thrashed beaten or overcome† & so we attacked the world & it worked – put our divisions into place & attacked attacked their betrayals & coded silence coded our response to…

  • Space Kus

    This poem was the winner of the 2006 June Shenfield Poetry Award, open to all higher education students at Swinburne University of Technology in Melbourne, and set up in memory of former Swinburne student June Shenfield.

  • prod/cut

    well in our short life we get into fistfights on message boards dust off the pistols why is everyone else so down on i today i being the sons of some moderate guff from my laboratory don’t patronise kids mean baby jack since pilot land strikes! reach a consensus as anyone could come up with…

  • she’s a why —————– in time soundtracks erase the shutter ———————— myths & breakage —- gossip —- far-fetched ‘n charming ————— ‘n speeding ———– on cooler breathless —————– ‘n devoid of specialist moments waiting —– for sunset in a dusted carpark rustle the mongoose ———————– dinner & show ——————————– autarky —————— shadowland —————– flushes -…

  • This poem appeared in The Age on 9 February 2008.

  • This poem was written as part of a dialogue series with Japanese poet Hiroshi Sasaki (Keiji Minato, translator). It appeared for the first time in print in Mirage #4/Period[ical] (USA, 2006). It was later published in my collection We Will Disappear (2007), and anthologised in Contemporary Australian Poetry (Puncher and Wattmann: Sydney, 2016). ‘Abstract Moon’…

  • Black G.S.T.

    __% of childhood. __% of country. __% of memory. __% of hope. __% of laughter lines. __% of dots. __% of uranium, bauxite and aluminium. __% of cowboys. __% of dance. __% of saltwater crocodiles. __% of totems. __% of Canberra. __% of your head. __% of Charles Darwin. __% of protectors. __% of peppercorn…

  • Storm Girl

    as soon as she kissed me the storm front wheeled around (& something in the way her eyeshadow ran signalled the changing of the big new year tides the fishermen had warned us of down on the beach where her pet dog ran wild & her hand in my hair from here to eternity (the…

  • READ / BURN

    you realise this message is for you now – entering this bright blue now for the first time – the thirst for word from an emergency (not a word† you wanted to hear – it strikes you now as surreal – this imperfect now for everything’s summer – it’s for word & a page ignited…

  • Bird Rain

    bird rain from the hard steel sky no mercies! †no juggernaut rides whip roofs off the honey ††powered winds jacked western highways blinds †††radio reports looping abstract delays shutter ††††whirr powers fail electricity rains down hail †††††bird lightning in its wings sonar burns one ††††††staccato bullet trained in space collides with †††††††tree flower crooked bolts…

  • I. What I was thinking is not important. I will pass my mid-term examination, Or fail it just to be with him. He has a car and respects me. I love his new Haircut. The other girls, what do they matter? All I know is all of him. We’re Crazy to be this way. I’d…

  • loading sheherezade into a humvee for her next press briefing bricks & shattered glass at her feet we stop off at the px for space food sticks this has been going on now for more than a thousand days all the quaint denials deferrals & cryptic demands wrapped up in one tress of her hair…

  • go on uh huh hit delete nah nah go on do it hit the button waha hit delete hit delete make like babyshambles pete hit yer headz then be dead hit delete forever pete make believe uh huh uh huh go on & do it delete forevers & still be clever as pete deletes his…