by phoenix | Jan 12, 2001 | Poetry, Uncategorized
The smell of bush fire is unmistakeable. It pervades streets, offices, trams, The calm hint of destruction Stark against our coddled days. Heat is a harpie, luring us Dumbly into somnolent submission, Stretching up to her, arching Into her limbless...
by phoenix | Aug 14, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
14/8/00 — Monday: Ache strange that it is, literally, felt in the heart, this chill that is the absence of you slightly off-centre. And that’s how I feel, Off-kilter, unbalanced The tears frozen in this Cold shot lodged in my chest 25/8/00 —...
by phoenix | Jul 24, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I never was a beach walker Days warm down Tamarama But there’s something about the edges of cliffs And the walk between Bronte and Bondi Exercise spaces and wooden beams Winds calling me to jump and me Barely resisting. I climb over...
by phoenix | Jul 19, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
you call your shape from thin air change in an eye-blink dream-haunter, it’s you I’ve seen nights, padding down forest corridors. My soul calls to you, my kindred My pack. My body shudders As you pass and our eyes lock, Your yellow animal eyes, My...
by phoenix | Jul 6, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
These desiccated moments flake off my skin like so much overtime. My hands are dry and cracking, peeled raw and papery My neck my back my eyes I walk slowly down long tramlines in darkness with lights behind catching up and winds blowing Down too...
by phoenix | Jan 1, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Up at Woodford Festival, Queensland, Australia, in the last days of the millennium, the energy rose as people breathed deeply, preparing to hold our collective breaths as the pendulum swung to the summit, to hang there motionless momentarily before...
