As Venus aligned with the Waning Cresent – a bright dot on top of a sleek…

Where the Mulla Mulla grows, deep in West Arrernte country, there’s a sign-posted turn off to a valley…

This country speaks to me in poetry, in a succession of moments flashing,  before my unsealing…

Add honey, to your tea, sweet pea, add heat, to your shower, honey, add spice, to…

There’s a stillness in the change, beckoning the seasons forward, light to dark and back again,…

You’re not intertwined in this memory,  in this beautifully measured moment, in the sweetness of the…

I saw a camp dog eat what could only be described as sacrificial bones,  the other…

If a poetry collection is a conversation with a friend, soft and subtle, a journey of…

My body aches  from a fractured dream where you appeared: disassociated, dislodged, disempowered.  You appeared through…

Town is modern, Town is bustling, Town is central, Town is mending – From all the…