Poem published in Divan Poetry Journal

‘No Straight Lines in Nature’

My poem ‘No Straight Lines in Nature‘ was sucked into the space time vortex 😉 and re-emerged twice for breath.

Well it took nearly three years but the poem was accepted for publication in the Divan Poetry Journal in 2010 (sent in November 2009), has finally seen the light of day in Edition 8 of Divan Poetry Journal!

I had given up hope of hearing from the editors of Divan and had an edited version of the poem (and new title) published in Verity La – you may remember.

The Divan Poetry Journal Issue 8 has suffered numerous delays according to Editor, Dr Earl Livings at Boxhill Institute of TAFE (including State government cuts to the TAFE system and software issues).

Never mind.

It’s here now and you can pop over and read the first version of the poem here.

I originally wrote the poem for Paul Squires (who often waxed lyrical about the non-linear nature of time) and it seems appropriate that the poem has been on such a convoluted trip to publication (and note the poem was published in Divan on the 26th of July – so close to the anniversary of his death on the 28th of July).

Divan has published some pretty famous poets in previous editions (eg., Pam Brown, Ali Alizadeh,  Chris Wallace-Crabbe) so I am honoured to be included in the contributors list.  A thankyou to Editor Earl Livings (and no thanks to the State Government cuts in funding 😉 ).

The Force of Gravity

The Force of Gravity

We didn’t realise the gravity of the situation

the impact of releasing a single word,
a flutter
faintly at first but slowly
the breeze from the butterfly effect
turned into a cyclonic wind


gravity holds
planets in orbit of the sun
you were the sun
as we were the planets


there was a supernova
a stella explosion

what was before
and what remains,
a mirage
that is life
without gravity.

The show must go on

The show must go on,

Now I know how Dorothy felt when the tornado picked her up in Kansas and whoooossshed her to the fantastical land of Oz to be with a bunch of witches, the scarecrow, tin man and cowardly lion. Now I know how a cork from a bottle of rum feels when thrown overboard by a pirate (concentrating on the melody of what shall we do with a drunken sailor while scratching his itchyaaarse and dancing with a mermaid of his fantasy), tossed up, down and sideways on the black, tumultuous seas, longing to be safely back in the dry ship cabin. I must be hallucinating, I’m sea-ing a pink snail floating on fairy floss or is it slithering along a shimmering martini, too many incantantations to digest,
never mind that, I can see the washing machine waters beginning to settle, a little, and the sky tonight is red so another day will bring a sailor’s delight of calming seas, for sure
peppermint tea anyone …

he would have it no other way
the show must go on,



Speedpoets is a legendary spoken word event held monthly in Brisbane and has been running now for over a decade. Poets can recite their stuff for 2 minutes as part of the open mic section of the event and there are also feature poets who take the stage for about 10 minutes. Poet and small press publisher Graham Nunn (master chef of the poetic kitchen) is one of the founding members and powerhouses behind the running of Speedpoets and blogs at Another Lost Shark. Speedpoets contributes greatly to the live poetry scene in Brisbane.

Graham has published my poem ‘Teapots and Sentiment Tea’ in the June edition of Speedpoets magazine (Vol 9.4). I am very impressed with this great little mag, packed full of poetry. I am happy to be sharing the pages with the likes of Paul Squires and his poem ‘The Brisbane River’.

My poem ‘Migaloo’ will be published in the July edition. This is good timing as the white whale Migaloo has just recently been sighted off the Queensland coast.

Thanks Graham for including my poems and hopefully I’ll be able to get to Speedpoets soon to recite them in person.

Teapots and Sentiment Tea

Our friend Mark collected teapots.

We used to hang out in groups
loose collectives of young honey bees
raging in a beehive structure
vaguely understood by


One blue day
when Brisbane began to warm
we swarmed to the Spring Hill fair
jazz notes floating on heating air
in concert with wafts of incense
street food and muti-coloured tshirts for sale
too many but never enough
pots of icy cold fourex beer
scotch and coke, if you’d won last nights
game of cards
off our face laughter
time on our hands
in the laziest of hazy days.

A brightly coloured fat teapot
came home with us in the yellow cab.

Groups change shape over time
sulk off into the distance
when outsiders pick us off, one by one.

Mark was picked off early
just another traffic accident
on the 6 o’clock news.

I’ll never forget his collection of teapots.


We know Migaloo.

We’ve seen him on the TV
on his trip each year.
Awesome sight
white whale.

Migaloo migrates
south to north
north to south
coast completed
land vibrates from his heart beating
feeding, breeding
like he has time on his hands
in Hervey Bay.

Safe place for humpback whales
tranquil waters
sheltered by K’gari
largest sand island
away from whale hunters
so called researchers
far from Orca
who would rip his succulent tongue out.

white fella
we keep the tourist boats far from you
nothing must hurt Migaloo.

We know you.

The Braul – Sunday Spaghetti

I’m in Brisbane for a week to be here for my Mum. She is having an operation on Tuesday and will be in hospital for 3 days. We’ve had a lovely mother’s day with her at Kenmore Hills.

She is in her eighties, so any operation is risky but I’m sure all will be fine. The actual operation is fairly routine, but she has a weak heart and this complicates things.

While in Brisbane poet Paul Squires made a recording of me reading a poem for his Braul series. I am reading Sunday Spaghetti.

I tried to learn a poem off by heart but my memory is shot to pieces. Thank you Paul for taking the time to record me 🙂

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