Susan B turns in her grave

in the year of the angry, old white men
they vote because of people like her—
in Rochester Cemetery the queue wraps
twice around her grave
like the line to vote

one side of the road chants his name
the other outrage, they vote for racial
patriarchy— this campaign is not poetry

she is bleeding from her eyes, bleeding from her ‘wherever’ …
his vindictive natural register —

Susan B turns in her grave
she knows these angry old white men—
their fortress against the other,
their mandate for misogyny

( Susan B Anthony voted illegally in 1872. She was tried, fined but refused to pay any penalty. )


it is the season when one woman’s wherever
rises on the vitriol
as an election issue

the bloody eyes, bleeding, bloody wherever
of one woman
is every woman

it is the season when hatred and sleaze
Trumps civility
kills off women

On our Earth

Io Europa Ganymede Callisto: from our Earth we can see the moons of Jupiter, the Jovian moons, held by a gravitational tide, providing the dust that creates Jupiter’s rings—not all celestial bodies revolve around the Earth… in this company, is a gun a small thing?

from our Earth
we see the moons of Jupiter —
can they show us how
to know ourselves as bigger
than we seem

on our Earth
our freedoms consume themselves
race, religion
sexuality, guns, collide
and fracture in Orlando

on our Earth
politics is too afraid
of lgbti
to say yes
so everyone can marry

from our Earth
we hear your daily insults
free speech
twitter and facebook ugly—
hear your guns between us

from our Earth
we turn the other cheek
respond to hate
with weeping— how long must we
restrain our rage?

gun question

it’s the way we ask the question, creating guilt and mystery, cementing dogma and righteousness… we know the guilty are full of questions, even when they believe they are right.  one of the questions is are we also the guilty?

buying clothes
for Eid peace celebrations
—buying guns and coffins
that is what a gun is for/
—why else do you pick it up?
you know that when you hold a gun you must be expecting to kill someone… it’s your action; your bringing of death…

how easily
the gun comes to hand
brain disconnects—
hand gun, assault rifle
who is in your sights?

What’s new

Recent performances in Canberra

National Folk Festival Spoken Word
Manning Clarke House Readings
Gorman Arts Centre Salt Room
Smith’s Alternative

Just published

‘Wild River’ (Haibun Today, vol. 11, no. 1, March 2017)

‘Turning the pages’ (Haibun Today, vol. 11, no. 2, June 2017)

‘Ripples’ (Earth Our Common Ground: a song of short songs, selected and arranged by Claire Everett, Skylark Publishing, 2017)

‘Smorgasbord supermarket cornucopia’ (Ribbons, vol. 13, no. 1, winter 2017)

‘sleeping rough’, ‘Sunday morning mall’, ‘city without water’, ‘in this city street’, ‘wealth begs for happiness’ (Atlas Poetica, 27, Keibooks)

Editor of new women’s poetry journal

March 2017 launch of Not Very Quiet: an online journal of women’s poetry, founding co-editors Moya Pacey and Sandra Renew