'Having mastered the art of using magnets / in discretionary acts / like making a pencil / float above a table ...'... (read more)
'The world closed in, but it was fortunate / there was her own interior to explore: / the prayer books a captain might have read / on long voyages, now small with gossamer pages ...'... (read more)
Day flicks its cards, laconic. / Even in April, a flamboyance of colour: / stray perfume for the pent. Burnt leaves / drift away one by one, like concert-goers ...... (read more)
Heads down and shoulders hunched, we set off, trampling
The footstep-gripping sands of Diamond Beach,
Into the flat refusal of the gale,
Squinting into a distance we would fail,
Surely, ever to reach ...
On Clare’s Skype the beach mixed every coral colour: the sheen,
saw George, transforming their soft bedroom in her mother’s
Mt Druitt house to a Micronesian dusk. But this South Tarawa ...
A boy appears at school early
to lick the flagpole and speak different.
Scratch the ‘g’ from ‘listening’ ...
Commissioning deities: Aphrodite, Adonis, Gaia, Venus
Scope: Internal audit
Auditor name: Φαιδρα (Phaedra)... (read more)
This is one of the times you won’t remember.
You are lying side by side with your father
as the radio murmurs, a ghost wind shifting
from magnet to magnet that does not ...
I forget tradition, a tray of sticky dates passed around the kitchen table, bismillah
in our mouths before we ravenously break the dusk, chew and spit back the pits. Ma ladling
lumpy lentil soup, abandonment pouched in her long sleeves, an old injury she does not
stop pressing. How are we still here? Made of garlic breath, violent affection, arrears.