springs cumming – november 1983

Living in Melbourne in the early eighties, I became obsessed with the poet e.e. cummings for a while … this is my stumbling attempt at his style. captivated by smiles gestures and rubbings he was funny when it happens along i thought when you least expect it and straightens your back with a spring in […]

Day-Glo Daze

Re-worked this timeless oldie … images and observations from a northbound road trip to join a hippy sports day in a distant valley. I made it up about the hob-nailed thongs!  Day-Glo spacy waistcoats white overalls hobnailed thongs modern rural highwaymen armed with stop/go signs bright pink earthmovers make a night-bright sight stunning moonrise on […]

Gypsy Driver

From the days when I drove taxis in the Sydney nights. When mikes were live and we talked to the operator. When we didn’t wear grubby uniforms and cash was king. Skirting another peer group, Avoiding another clique, The party round continues as he left it years ago. Manic panic weekend living, Crowded driving solitude, […]


Here’s one for my mates in the old neighbourhood … Bondi Disfunction. Eastgate they call it But that’s just a name Down home and funky Where real folks roam Not like its neighbour Smarty pants Westfield Upmarket and spunky Where names are chains Chrome gloss enticement On levels and floors Flashy visual excitement In half-empty […]

Sad smiling Aphrodite

An attempt at a poem in the referential academic style. You know, like the consumptive poets of previous centuries who seemed to have to make classical allusions in their poems. Taking the piss, really. But it is a kind of love poem. Returning home to no Penelope I’m no Agamemnon Armageddon leaves me for dead […]