Instructions for my Funeral 1.        don’t you dare wear sadness like a scarf that doesn’t suit you. it will be enough having a broken pulse, don’t break my heart too.  ...

      I saw an elephant in my garage I saw an elephant in my garage And lordie be he was large He stuck his face up in mine And just stood there for a time ….       I...

        Van Diemen’s Land Shorn sheep swim in tawny grass. Scorched trees flame green. A hard road through the rocks to Port Arthur. Windows barred and roof open the Penitentiary...

      A Nocturne Love Cantata She always preferred the sun, of course, cream lilies, river stones ground and polished into lucky orbs carried in her pockets that she would finger like...

      Factor 30 Sunscreen brings a lasagne of memories. My parents walk where white houses decorate the coast, like a cake made of sand, they eat Mediterranean food, and ice cream...

      Trinkets My Mother's a lover of purple From earrings to bracelets and rings She coos at the sight of a mauve hat And various violet-y things. Her amethyst tanzanite jewelry...

      May 2014 If you were rain you'd drop round every day tapping at my window like a stalker. Moon blocked with that shrouding puffa jacket. On nights like this when my drained...

      The Butter Paper My mother’s ghost haunts the creases of the butter paper like a child trick-or-treating in a greasy paper sheet She would have scraped and scraped it with her...