MoP 17: Gain

GainIn the post-Christmas daysit’s time to tackle the desk the piles, the pools of thoughts maybes and possibilitiesThrow it outgive it awayshred it wipe away last year’s dustand going-nowhere ideasWade through the ‘what if?’ minutesthe ‘what was that?’ secondspause...

MoP 16: Icons

IconsIn a unexpected weektwo public-faced men left usin very private ways.We, who knew them so well,grew up with themtook them to our partiesand into our homes,sat with them in darkened rooms, carried them everywhere thrilled to them, with them, by themare...

MoP 15: State Library

Apologies for the blip in transmission. I spent yesterday doing many things other than writing, including that which inspired the below.   State Libraryresearch is donetitle recordedcall number notedcity train journeyedlibrary stairs climbedDewey navigatedstack,...

MoP 14 Fishing

On the river mouth piera fisherman pulls in his line.On the hook flaps a small fishpectoral fins aflutterThe fisherman thrills.His mate snaps the moment -his first catch.Everyone else waitshoping the flattie gets to swim again

MoP 13: Summer town

this early morning there are leaning boardsflagged towelsfront door thongsbut the town is eerie quietIt is a held breathnot an emptiness quietLike an anthillnot yet disturbedall it takes is a minutea secondto commence the hullabaloo of this perfect beach day

MoP 12: A haiku

antenna-tree birdsspatter confetti droppingsacross a red roofPoems, like stories, appear most when I’m looking elsewhere. This one arrived as we drove through Geelong on Sunday on our way home from a delightful day by the sea. A house, spied across the roof of...