Category Archives: poetry

My Other Half

I sleep and dream you’re with me,
Then I wake and dream you’re not;
My every dream with certainties
That prove to be their opposite.

It’s when I’m drifting in and out
I’ve often wished you’d spare me
From your familiar second thoughts
And gently shared misgivings,

Though lately when you’re lingering
It comforts me to guess
Your soul believes my sleeping dream
To be your home address.

One day I’ll dream you’re with me
And the dream won’t come to pass.


Poetry & Place Anthology 2015

The widely anticipated Poetry & Place Anthology 2015, edited by Ashley Capes and Brooke Linford, is now available for purchase via Amazon with an e-book version due in a couple of weeks—or look for the print version at your favourite online retailer or local bookstore: ISBN 9780994528926.

My poem Parts of the Furniture, a semi-fiction from a place between the online and the Aussie outdoor worlds I call my homes, has been included in the anthology. It is both humbling and a thrill to be sharing the pages of this anthology with so many talented local and international poets. My thanks go to Ashley and Brooke for providing this opportunity, and congratulations on completing such a fine publication.


All I know is something like a bird within her sang

Where here there is snow and where here there is rain
where here we’ve heard either a bird or no bird
we may look to the snow or look to the rain
and ask, not both a bird and no bird are here?
Well, yes and no—not both a bird and no bird.

a fig tree in fruit—
not both a bird and no bird
to be heard

*Title is a reference to ‘Bird Song’ by Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia, upon which lyrics the accompanying haibun (or some might argue not a haibun) is modelled.


Ascent of the mind

Presently I must return to my kin,
for the law has decreed it to be so
my dear feathered friend.

As it will pain me to leave you behind,
for life on the wing is no place for a shadow,
so it would plague me to bring you below:

I fear if the knowledge of you became common
our prison would run out of puppets to govern.

Ascent of the mind


trick of light

If this were a dolphin performing a trick
of light with an arctic pear chandelier,
would mirrors be vases and sunflowers rust
on re-entry or visually similar?

If that were a theatre curtain drawn back
from an ocean wave passing your window,
would safety orange do for the dolphin
or would you prefer it tangelo?

If those were ripples in milk on the wall
and the arctic pear chandelier tinkling,
would force be the window, the window the load,
or the dolphin an armchair to brace in?

I once knew a hornet’s nest intimately
as my own mother’s womb, but the honey-
comb cells held no honey and the hornets,
if that’s what they were, were no Delphic Bee.
 
 
Trick of light


If Kant was alive today

 If Kant was alive today
 to hear Guthrie Govan
 soloing on Regret #9,
 he’d say “Man!
 That’s what I mean
 by sublime!”
 


Can’t touch this

y=1/x²+2. Similarly,
1/y(x²+2)=1. Since
1/1=1 then
y(x²+2)=1, so

x²y+2y=1,
x²y=1-2y,
x²=(1-2y)/y, and
x=√(1-2y)/y.

There is no x for y=0!