It’s the way you held your mouth when the news reached the edge of your ears Dry lips pressed together in efforts to stop more life escaping Deep sharp breaths through rapidly closing nostrils followed…
Browsing Category Poetry
A Poem for the Haunted
What is it like To not be haunted With big and dangerous questions? Ambiguous, mysterious, eternal questions. Don’t they pester you? Don’ they find you in your car? At your desk? In the shower? Doesn’t…
When the forest wept – a poem
that time the gum tree mocked the fern for its smallness all the forest wept. it had forgotten how forests work. it had forgotten that design was not a choice. ‘perhaps the gum tree has…
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…
Hold On Dear One – a poem
Hold on dear one, life is⠀ for you, even when⠀ it is hidden behind ⠀ fear’s hands, or beneath⠀ pain’s blanket, or beyond⠀ sorrow’s darkly stained sight,⠀ life is for you.⠀ ⠀ Hold on dear…
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…
The saving I need – a poem
I used to cry out to you For you With fervour and volume Not ceasing to bid For divine intervention Asking you to come Like a rider of clouds Like Deus Ex Machina Like a…
Dear Isaac. a lectionary poem
How was it to be round up And bound up By your father As an offering Upon an altar of wood? Did you wrestle? Did you scream? Did you laugh in disbelief Like your mother…
Dear Anxiety – a poem
DEAR ANXIETY Perhaps you’ve been And may always Be In our midst Like a breathtaking Moment Like a startling Event Like a shared Dreaming Like a shaky Pavement Like a swirling Room You start wars…
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…
Mirror Mirror – a poem
Mirror Mirror On the screen before me In the screams before me In the breath of a system That has been supported for too long By the ignorance of the privileged Like we earned it…
As If – a poem
little did I know I was really looking for a way to belong so I used you and the book others wrote of you as a way to divide the world into camps which always…
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…
just you wait – a poem
Confession: I am currently getting reacquainted with an old flame. The typewriter.
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…