Selected Poetry
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Cordite Poetry Review
those were the best days.
pelting rain illuminating
the overcast pool. clouds
as bleak as that Christmas.
Meanjin
the ram. April 20. just google it.
Мама used to say i was a Taurus
the way i tore off hunks of black bread.
i used to believe her but we didn’t live here then.
Voiceworks #125 Spectre
There’s a boy I swim with whose father just died of cancer,
a girl I coach whose mother passed the same way,
as well as the mother of my only remaining swim friend,
and an Olympian whose dad died too young.
Cordite Poetry Review
Vegemite on toast is what the locals eat around here.
not sure we can call ourselves that, with our lack
of pantry. a few shelves of Home Brand basics:
my childhood. sometimes news in the morning.
Mantissa Poetry Review
yielding flesh and lemon bruises
needles slip inside our veins
then we lean our backs against the walls
and i begin to understand
Blue Bottle Journal
autographed, antiquated town
bustling, possessive pride
pretensions sprawling protectively
over no great art.
HASH
in 6th grade my teacher was
always smoking like an afterthought
at morning tea and big lunch
her cigarette unfurled a milky way