Poems

Over the past four decades, my poetry has been published in a range of Australian and international journals and anthologies. Since 2000 I’ve also posted hundreds of 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. For a while I 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 new poem … although not as often as I’d like.

  • Everything is Buddha.

  • Yes, you are. It’s that simple. Ace. Superlief and bulk ace. Truly ace. I’m trying to wipe an untold smile from my freelance face. That’s how ace. This much ace. If that much is untold, double it and multiply by ace. Bulk ace. Infinitely ace, drop a stitch & save in bulk. Surrender to the…

  • Alicia Malvern

    They don’t believe in fairies but I do. You don’t believe in fairies, do you? I have seen them, and you’re wrong. I’ll bide my time, until they all come back to visit. They like to hide inside jacaranda trees. I hear their cries in the purple flowers and the leaves. I think about lots…

  • was standing in the bathroom shaving my head when the news came through about how britney had died & i just choked up you know i had an emotional malfunction kept scratching my face like some academic stunned by the shrill levity that followed & all the drive-time scrambling for moronic puns as far as…

  • B.A.S.E.

    building our atoms move deeper into the nuclear cycle building machines to dispense between cracks radioactive like that northern summer’s milk leap from a guard rail with leg rope attached antennae mike oldfield in orbit around some ragged sun i read rilke as we fell towards the waiting vans electric shock as people have sex…

  • Ik Mis Je

    ik ben alleen maar wij zijn samen – samen in de dromen en in de dag ik mis je en ik wil je mijn sperzie ( in de avond en wanneer ik slapen ik mis je nu omdat ik ben alleen maar wij zijn samen en dit is genoeg met jouwe knuffelen en kus (samen…

  • Attack!

    in my dreams do dogs attack! us in jumpsuits & next to me does belle epoch whistle murder while the big st. bernard’s letter to the string epistles brings on a sigh like hey babe take it no one’s here & the chorus will envelop us our dovetail’s merely flicker’d like an ark autopsy we…