There were no children in his home.
Only vessels...
I don't know what you've
heard about poets...
She's walking into smoke
again and her mind swirls...
Welcome to Australia.
The first time I had silence spitting at me...
Sometimes, all we know
how to do as writers is...
I like to watch my father chopping vegetables,
maybe for a Sunday stir fry or a hot lamb curry...
I wanted to see the you the way
you see yourself in the mornings, without...
Dear Admiral,
I wonder what color is the...
My brushes moved in patterns
of colorless strokes against the...
............................................I...
.............................an evening, gazing...
In glowering
wind, by rusty swings...
If you think I will wait for you here
beneath this rain-soaked parasol...