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)

Sunday, November 4, 2018

Emotions run deep
like wild fire through her veins
a phoenix reborn

(Poem from My Beautiful Scars)


I used to think I was too much
my heart
too big
too filled, wanting
or at times too small

and then I realised

it isn't easy to love a woman like me
someone who feels so deeply, so intense
it must be frightening

to love me is to be brave
and not everyone
is strong

(Poem from My Beautiful Scars)

Saturday, January 20, 2018

The kookaburras

It was just like yesterday
when we sat on your porch
feeding the kookaburras
you folded mince
between your fingertips
and placed it on the railing  
knowing that at any moment
the birds would fly in

it was one of those mornings
when the sun had come up
and the air was still fresh
with the dawn
we didn’t talk a lot
not because we had nothing to say
but because the silence
meant much more

I knew this was going to be
one of those moments
a memory that stays with you
to be recollected

I think you knew that too

we thought it would last forever
and had all the time in the world

(Poem from My Beautiful Scars)

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Sound of rain

If we stand here
on the edge
admiring the vastness
of all things
this eternal silence
is loud enough
to move mountains

yet so still

in a moment
you are everything
and all that ever was
I am reminded
of how it sounds
when it rains

(Poem from my poetry chapbook, Ruminations)