still wet, barely made
provisional colour
original poem
Tall Yellow Poem
(after Tall Yellow Man, 2003, Stephen Bird, Wollongong Art Gallery)
(Dear reader, the layout of this poem is important — I did my best with wordpress, but if words go a wandering on your screen, it’s available here as a pdf).
Continue readingParadoxical or how to read a poem
in a poem weather’s never weather, there’s something other:
behind that cloud, transitory; in back of sunshine, egg.
if it’s raining, it’s not raining; if it’s bright it’s harsh
if the valley’s brimmed with fog, well maybe…
The third day
not your touch (negative space)
to the light of September
A red whiskered bulbul (before/after)
A red-whiskered bulbul (before)
head back calling
in the evening
in the neighbour’s olive tree —
‘wee-whit-h-h-h-h-who’ , ‘wee-wee-h-h-h-h-twuk’.
the tender trap
hang ears in chandeliers
tie cams to hummingbird wings
bribe the barista & delivery guy
badger dormouse & eavesdrop on
spidey’s sticky lines
midwinter (out my window)
(after William Bronk)
back then was much the same
the scope, the skies:
blues and greens, scarlet cloud-tops
the moon electric on the washing line. Continue reading
13 ways of looking at a pandemic
(after Stevens, closely)
I
Among twenty locked-down blocks,
the only moving thing
was the patrol car. Continue reading
