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Writing inspired by performance

Her leather shawl covers her shoulders like an animal skin, then as time passes it is folded and wrapped around her core tight. The skirt becomes a bussel, its tumbling waves and ribbons of colour like shining hair.


Character poem

Here’s a poem I wrote about one of the characters in my historical novel The Janus Brew. The idea was to distill the character so I could get a better connection with her as an author. Lysbeth She was a reed ready to bend in the wind that became a storm. Milk-blonde strands dripping with […]

Editing rose hips

I was trying to sleep last night but kept on thinking that the poem about rose hips I posted yesterday had not reached its potential – I felt there was a meaning in it that I had not fully realised. I just finished working on it again and researched a bit about rose hips finding […]

What I saw today

I took the family dog for his walk again in an English winter. It is such a shock to the senses coming from the Australian summer and very stimulating as a result. The air and ground was drenched with moisture – no frost today. Again the chore of walking Barney brought me unexpected delights. Two […]

Weather beauty

I am in England, rather than Australia, at the moment. To help out family, I took the dog for a walk this morning in the misty cold winter. He is a good hound but walking him is a chore as he stops a lot. I have to force him along to get him to open […]

Spiegelworld orders me

Women made-up for a man’s dream stacked themselves with forearms trembling. Men flaunted lines that we love to trace, then wheeling and throwing fast in fearful cycles. We saw the sweat trickling down his back as he ached to balance branches of palm: pendulums swaying in sweet counterpoise. He looked wistfully at his creation before […]

Poems we wrote for Christmas

I just discovered an old poem of mine by accident. I wrote it for a local newspaper’s Christmas poem competition. I came nowhere in the competition but it is lovely to come across it now, by accident, over the Christmas break. I found it because I was looking for a poem that my five year-old […]