Three short, playful poems. Marriage, Elvis, Lennon and McCartney.
Bendigo, May 2021 I fidget in my seat here in the middle of the second row of an intimate theatre in my birthplace of Bendigo. I am here to see a local theatre company stage ten ten-minute plays, including one I wrote. I am here with my immediate family, including my [...]
The spindly showman/Shuffled on stage/Dressed as black as night
I was still home reading Nina Simone.
A short poem about COVID, porridge and a Fiona Apple song.
she would go about her way, tending to everyone while Billy and his bandmates they would jam and stray but always they’d come home to stay
The keyboard sonatas of Domenico Scarlatti (1685–1757), and a poem I wrote about them, have a close connection to my favourite rental place, an historic mansion in Newtown, Geelong.
You see Clarence wore an old “Lou” reed like a bamboo cravat and a fine felt suit of ebony the colour of half the keys on a honkytonk piano named Hank
I peer into the rear-view mirror/ at my sister’s baby face/The tears brimming
Flashback to the sixties, people living in the cities you got beatniks crossed with hippies sporting horizontal stripes and small goatees play a jazzy, minor chord, learn to smoke, renounce the lord