And then he is gone

for my grand­father, Sydney Levine, on the night of his death In the end, his bird-like hands Clutched to his chest, skin like vellum. It is on that parch­ment we write our stories, On this man we weave our tales. He is our silent audi­ence, breath shallow,...

Babiy Yar

Now I know how 100,000 bodies look Buried in soft ground; or at least I know their shape, How much land they fill. I know that grass Grows greener with humans as fertiliser. I am haunted by the curve of souls, the twist of necks...
Selena & Mark’s wedding

Selena & Mark’s wedding

My sister, Selena, got mar­ried some­time ago. ^^ The bridal car ^^ Selena snapped out­side out­side the syn­agogue beforehand ^^ Sign­ing the ketu­bah, with our old friend Joseph ^^ Joseph, Mark and Selena with a lovely old pen ^^ Just mar­ried: Selena...

Marginalia: edge identities, 2004

Is it pos­sible to address ques­tions of dif­fer­ence without recourse to notions of “iden­tity”? What if we star­ted talk­ing about prac­tice instead of iden­tity? This paper, delivered at the inaug­ural Aus­tralian Mul­ti­cul­tural Gay Les­bian Bisexual Trans­gender...

What makes me happy

I dis­covered a bunch of things about myself during my travels in Europe in 2003. Here’s a per­man­ent reminder to myself about some of them. I not only like being on my own these days, it’s a neces­sity for my happiness I really love...