This evening after shutting the chooks in for the night, I spent about ten minutes just staring back at our house, feeling such huge gratefulness that we were both ok, that the people I love all seem to be ok, that our little house had carried us safely through (so far). That the clouds had cleared, …
Billy Collins vs Samuel Chelpka
Following from Amy's comment on yesterday's post, I came across a YouTube vid that I just have to share. It's a three year old boy called Samuel Chelpka, who has memorised Billy Collins's poem “Litany”: Gorgeous, isn't it? And what great parents, to have taught their child to love poetry this young. If you're wondering what …
At last, Island
After many years of trying, two things have finally happened. I've got my drivers’ licence (don't ask) (no, really), and I've had a poem published in Island! For those of you who don't know it, Island is a gorgeous literary journal, published in Tasmania. I've been submitting there for quite a few years, and although …
i.m. Mary Harris, née Kennedy
My grandmother died this morning, just after 1 am. Peacefully, with my eldest cousin and aunt there. She was 104 years old, and so frail you could almost see the sunrise through her. I've written about her quite a bit – she's the one who taught me to read, who made me a poet. Cowarral …
Tuesday Poem – “The Messenger”
Not a postcard, or a tease of lace. In my absence I send a strange messenger, my love but true – I send a spoon. Its haft slips into your hand gladly, like mine, returns the faint warmth of fingers and thumb helpful as a wife. The curve of its bowl against your lips – …
A Dark Feathered Art 