Poetry
Mooning
MOONING When will the moon shine like this again? I lift my wine cup, questioning the heavens. Who knows – in the palace of the sky, time is kept, and told differently… I want to Read more…
MOONING When will the moon shine like this again? I lift my wine cup, questioning the heavens. Who knows – in the palace of the sky, time is kept, and told differently… I want to Read more…
Lovesong for a Calligrapher there is a boy, his fist a clump of lotus stalks gathered, and – an impulse – dipped in ink. I imagine the pond, sudden, stir – clear beads shaken, the Read more…
Second Letter to Mama Dear Mama, you are standing by the stove and I am standing on the chair by the stove as the rice rises warmly in the clay pot the soy sauce stains Read more…
Three of my poems on the theme of mental health and the goodness of support from friends and family during trying times of mental illness were published in COG, the Cogswell College publication, here. Check Read more…
I had a lot of fun translating Chinese poet Xiao Shui’s wonderful little vignettes – they are a kind of short prosepoem, almost flash fiction like. And they just got picked up by the Los Read more…
By morning the lanterns hung sobbing, their colours puddling like dew in the carpet grass, the fresh breeze rattled their wood. One or two had burnt up, left metal racks behind. The frangipani lifts its Read more…
The big sky laps the wooden planks, string bean poles hold nothing but themselves, sticking out like a ratted wall on both sides, it and its reflection. The sea is something spiritual to me, said Read more…
I can imagine the look on her face now filled with fright as something clutches her from somewhere out of nowhere, catching in her throat, just as you enter her, the look on your face Read more…