I returned to Australia from China.   Last time I returned from China ten years ago, I dropped by to see my Grandma with souvenirs,...

Emotions like jewels Hidden around the house Nobody can find them I’m safe Nobody can get to them I’m safe Nobody must ever see them A...

8 – us, the children and the dog 7 – years since we were OK 6 - rooms to sleep and play 5 – dust-boxed school records 4 – fibs, fiddles...

I break all the rules When I sit down on tables and write haikus.

Sitting around, propping up and leaning on the variegated, woven, black jacquard, encompassing and enhancing it.  An eating place, a meeting place, a greeting place, a speaking, beseeching and weeping place, even a 1am sneaking place. Gathering annual quartos and new coasters of pretty coastal villages.  Cups of tea of Asian china, glass leaf-shaped plates of vovos and montes.  Kids toys and smeared jam, dim electric bills and yesterday’s news.  Little blue-glass figurine of

My tables Water table Tabulate Tibia Tabitha Jicama Pemmican Porcelain Pachyderm Panacea Piecemeal Pancreas ‘Popotamus Otter bus Totter us Opprobrious Opposables Omissible Homily Simile Slimy me Filigree Evergreen Silly teen Teeny sill Tannic swill Taco Bell Tampa Knell Tempeh smell Labneh well Lapels shell Table

I'm crepusculared cresting on the blinding star, satellite vision

She walked into the room, and I instantly disliked her. There's nothing wrong with judging a book by its cover… sometimes. She was my...