It’s not every day you sail into the sunset. In fact, it may be that you’ve never sailed – in which case you could find a place at dusk facing the horizon and just as…
Browsing Category Poetry
Fallen Stars. a poem and reflection on bankruptcy
Yesterday, I was shamefully reminded of a decision I made in 2013 to move into voluntary bankruptcy. Yesterday, the 7 year old record of bankruptcy record was an instant roadblock to something I really wanted…
Early Samples of the AudioBook
I cannot begin by explaining how this all events fell into place so quickly and smoothly but the audiobook for The Wrestle is complete and will go on sale 15th November 2020 directly via this…
It has arrived! My new poetry collection: The Wrestle
Available direct from the author (here) and through all good book retailers, worldwide. Watch the unboxing Guess who is narrating the audio book?
David’s interview on AfterChurch – video
It was great catching up with old friend and cool host of the show After Church, Tink Mcleod. Here’s a recording of our interview. I discussed transition, change and weaved in some poetry too. Here…
Join me in unboxing my new book, The Wrestle
Guess what!?! The proof print copy of my new collection of poetry, The Wrestle, arrived in the post today. I pressed record on the dash to share the moment with you. I even read the title poem from…
Closer to the . – a poem in honour of aged care workers
Friday August 7th was Aged Care Employee Day in Australia (I only just discovered). I wrote this poem several weeks ago as part of a series on the aged and ageing. I was going to…
How I’m Busy – a poem
The reply, ‘Sorry I’m busy’ s’enough, to appease the greatest request. Rarely do you need to say more, ‘Busy, how?’ is anyone’s guess. So I’ve made a list for those of you, who feel guilty…
David’s interview on Poetically Speaking – Jul 2020
It was a privilege being interviewed by Miriam E. Miles as part of her Poetically Speaking podcast/vidcast. We spoke on the offering of poetry and its importance in the 21st Century. Towards the end I read…
How was it, Ishmael? a lectionary poem
How was it she waited The troubled princess Till her very own Was on water like you To cast you out Class you out Race you out Have you escorted out At your mothers side…
Interview with Wm Paul Young. Author of the Shack.
Good news, the interview I did via Facebook LIVE with Wm Paul Young was recorded and is now on YouTube to watch (or listen to). It had over 10,000 views on Facebook and lots of…
The business of breaking bread. Have we lost our corporate soul?
Once upon a time, a company was not held together by a legal structure. It was not limited and protected by firewalls of intricately woven words and laws crafted to protect its beneficiaries from having…
Mid-Crisis Life
It’s as if the car broke down on our way to the future. And instead of waiting on the highway for roadside assistance, we moved into the car. I’m working from a plastic camping desk…
Soap film prayer – a poem on incremental baptism
I wrote this a few days ago and wish to share it with you. To me, hand washing has become a kind of incremental baptism. As we move into this liminal period of lock-downs and…
That photo of you on your first day of school – A poem on growing up
THAT PHOTO OF YOU ON YOUR FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL When I look at that photo of you on your first day at school; I mean, really look at it; I see myself. I see…
Now+Here – A poem for desert seasons
It could feel Like you are nowhere For 40 minutes For 40 days 40 years, perhaps. One thing is certain; At first You will believe you’re lost. If you’re lucky Loneliness and despair Will tap…
Oh God – a poem
‘Oh God.’ Five letters. Two words. One exhale. Full stop. ‘Oh God.’ All my voice could say. Trusting that my very being would fill in the detail. ‘Oh God.’ Hand over mouth. Hand over heart….
Ancient Paths – my most dearest poem
Of all the poetry I’ve written, this piece is the dearest to me. It has been a faithful companion to me for the past year. One of two I’ve committed to memory. It remains a…
HELD – Poetry on unconditional embrace
“Dad, I’m gay.” Confessed the young man And his father embraced him Just as he’d always done “Mum, I’m gonna be a single mum.” Confessed the young woman And her mother embraced her Just as…
The Wrestle – poetry and reflection on the importance of wrestling with your faith
THE WRESTLE I found you beyond the ‘why’. Far from the ‘why not’. Worlds from the ‘why me’. You held a space for me beyond answers to questions my pain had as if you knew…