by phoenix | Aug 12, 2015 | Poetry
The act of saying goodnight Is such an act of faith: Belief in rising sun, living children, Dawns to come
by phoenix | Jun 28, 2015 | Poetry
The year my daughter was born I thought maybe we were starting to get it right after all A woman was prime minister of Australia And Julia was eloquent and sharp And fought for justice, climate, all the ways (we thought) You’d expect...
by phoenix | Jun 4, 2015 | Poetry
I don’t know how (some) women do it — I see you out there (tumblr, Facebook, twitter, lj) — you are as virulent, vicious, outraged (hurt) as I feel by this endless parade, this daily offence, this unrelenting (drip...
by phoenix | Dec 29, 2014 | Poetry
On the banks of the river Tajo I sat with Alvarez talking about Deleuze Curious, soft — moments of discovery. In Queensland heat — a bar at 11pm after cat empire reigned with those horns and that Wurlitzer sound circling around...
by phoenix | Dec 5, 2014 | Poetry
In the first heat of summer 2014 I lost all my words. They fell away from me like scales Or rather were trapped in my head Unable to emerge from closed lips. Touch and gesture were left to me And so, being inadept in their use, I learned...
by phoenix | Sep 26, 2014 | Poetry
A cardboard mock-up of the grassy knoll And route markers along a Dallas road Is an odd toy for a child, especially in 1970s Australia. Little wonder I graduated to 10 Days that Shook the World and Huis Clos at 14. Even less that Seymour Hirsh...
