Thursday, August 13, 2020


There were better times
we know that now
as we huddle in isolation
telling each other
we're all in it together

the truth is
we're all in it for ourselves

we distance from one another
and strip supermarket shelves
because death is a terrifying prospect
it means we could be left in the dark, alone
we gave up the idea of God long ago

our new society of fabric masks
are only an extension
of the ones we already wear
we're used to hiding behind multiple layers
they should feel natural
eyes, peering over the top
remind us of our humanity

we wait

because mother nature has other plans
while we quiver in death's face
she repairs our multitude of sins
now we live them from behind closed doors
in lockdown
away from judgement
away from peering eyes
we're left alone to face ourselves
and our darkness
to let mother nature do her job
because we know we can't
we had our chance and failed

and we wait
for better times
huddled together in our clusters
while the sun
continues to shine down on us

- Melbourne, August 2020

(Poem written and created as part of a spoken word video, link here)

Monday, May 4, 2020

Summer's End

At Summer's end
you are a miracle
sleeping on my shoulder
we are dying and dancing
in the soft light
of Autumn

an ocean of sea and salt
I lick the salt
from your chest
we have dissolved
our heavy limbs
climbing like

we can be anything
the roar of the sea
the calm dream of death
I am flooded
and complete
at the same time

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

The Magnolia Tree

After a year of making changes
I’ve thrown out old clothes
    and judgements

screamed at my reflection
in the mirror

sat with myself
for the first time
and had a conversation 
realised I’m not bad
to talk to

what it means to be 50
accepted mortality
what it means to die

reclaimed my sexuality
revisited my 16 year old self
who never really left

watched the wind pass through
the magnolia tree
witnessed their flowers scorch
in the summer sun
only to rebloom again