Through a Litany of Filtered Light

Through a Litany of Filtered Light When it comes to nature there is no half measure, no illusion or suggestion. You follow kangaroos, ducks, bobtails, the weed choke on deadwood. You enter fragility, old ghost trails, settler's huts, cold granite – that other world – through a litany of filtered light. Nature sways you to spring, to look eye-to-open-bud your breath...

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Field Trip ©

Field Trip I sit in the kitchen surrounded by books, manuscripts. I read a poem each day, especially Collins and I'm instantly inspired. I have a selection of poetry books surrounding the table, a container of pens, weekend notes, Gillian Welsh, mellow on CD player, and coffee, cooling. I have other things: council papers, a synopsis half-written, dictionary, thesaurus,...

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The View ©

  The View             for Dmitry Kozlov A landscape without views from windows or curtains. Boulders are boisterous, shaped to spiral a climb. And the hanging rock, a ragged edge for trembling. Lucky the one who has closed urban doors, who rises, stretching, to sit at a table with coffee, sweet with sugar. Lucky the one who sets...

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Egret in the Shallows ©

Photographed at Herdsman Lake with the WA Naturalists Club,  27th Sept, 2015   Egret in the Shallows Never clumsy, sturdy knees, she stands in the shallows waiting to strike. Each foot turns over, slowly, right then left. A young body, white body, eyes hardened into the bedding of paperbark. Without knowing her meal might vanish, move into the cool shadows;...

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