Writings

Hello hello [venga aqui!] I heard tell of a place called Vertigo. Resplendent with riches, we thought we needed- glad wrapped with bruising reality.   Venga! Let’s gather the carraway seeds And soften the liquorice root – pick burdock by the wayside or strewn along seashore, seaweed.   Set to simmer ‘Cure All’ of Daphne’s Elixir- with quart of best brandy. It’s Minister’s wife store cupboard ministry with street physician’s bottled fear.   In the beginning, She saw the cheerf

[Echoes of a Georgian/ Ukrainian Toast heard at a Community Meal at Victoria Park Community Centre. Published by WA Poets in Creatrix 70 September 2025. ]   May we plant trees for our children- that grow deep roots to keep them steady in the earth. May we give them wings that lift them to branches high. May they be better than folks who have gone before- kinder, fairer, freer, more loving. More forgiving. May they hear the hum of the Universe, have their curiosity ignited and

Are poems not things Do they not have shoes                           and socks? Can we not use them like                        teapots?...

Son one, first of the generation Bright eyed precocious gatherer of words and fossils and scraps of souls on torn paper in a hurry to see...

Free flight floating A note to keep noting the slant of the sun evening shadows on trees pink tipped buds bursting, chamelaucium! Perfect...

When pondering life's intractable problems, are solutions to be found: near the < liminal objects > the space between spaces / under the...

(remembering Oliver Sachs) It is as if I am asleep awakening. Walking round and round in circles In the multitudes of days Hunting...

(after George Eliot - Count the Day Lost) Once upon a time Far away, Down Under Past Felons to Heroes my thoughts did wander. And by the...

*Adapted from a letter from Great Uncle W.L (1943) Three little Remlins share this book, (Martin and Susan, let Ann look.) Read it to...

We will draw it, we will score it, we have pictures - one, two, three. We will stitch it, we will patch it, we will make it up - filled...

Pink prawn cocktail for starters Coronation chicken and the glass punch bowl sloshing Sangria with Spanish sunshine and oranges Benson...

Diversity, peace, tolerance. What does this mean to me? As I survey the ragged resilient Australian bushland, dawn chorus, sun scorched...

You can only create your own symbolism and know your own truths. Many will pass you by but you keep on growing, tenacious like a seed...

[my response to observing behaviour on twitter /X] Fractals of emotional baggage flood the threads and reposts of vicious and virulent...

I remembered that oranges are not the only fruit | as I watch the water boil viciously | softening the skin | reducing resistance |...

And I found myself far from shore, in a boat on my own asking how far would I go to know and be known. May there be wind in your sails...

My bare feet cold on the driveway staring into silence as clouds, like thoughts scud overhead obscuring the light of the cosmos. I am not...

Pastel painting is a captivating art form that has enchanted both artists and enthusiasts for centuries. With its vibrant colors and soft...