Life, death and changing times

Twelve roses bob by the harbour wall, Still bunched, red as blood in the swell. A gift. Emotion made real Heaving, falling, drowning,...

Into the Wonnangatta - Halloween 2019 Grey sky above snow grass plain. Muggy wind Blows across endless trees, stretching horizons. Jinxed...

Williamstown Beach Blue still water. A whiteness in the blue Like a smear of ice across the bay Silvering stillness.

She used to write verse once, my mother. Then she aged; her memory faded. I give her the poems I’ve typed ‘You wrote them,’ I tell her....

I nuzzle my face into her neck, like a child. / My memory of comfort colliding with / The hollow feeling that’s fear. ...

Sing the earth as you walk, Shout into wind lifting your hair. Laugh at rain falling from sodden skies, Splash through puddles ...