Cycle was long listed from 13,000 entries to 2015 The National Poetry Competition.


An Old Friend was long listed for the 2016 Canberra University VC Poetry Prize.


A small white dog

Who was once a Hindu boy

Crawled inside a washing machine and fell asleep.

It tossed and rotated him

Filling his ears with suddy soap

And as the water whirled,

The dog became the boy again.

He stepped from the machine

And gave a little shake

No dust on his feet, no grit in his eye

Minus the burden of his clothes.

An Old Friend

I remember Rachel Carrington

Large-breasted in her school blazer

Blonde hair resting on her shoulders

Skirt turned over at the waistband

Engineered to expose nylon thighs;

All the boys knew they would.

They say she had one breast reconstructed;

You say they don’t match

As you fall off your stool in the bar.

Concerned drinkers jump down to haul you up.

Bewildered and wide-eyed

Your blotched face

Under its cropped white hair

Sits back on its seat.

‘You must come round for brunch’

You slur through missing teeth.

We leave.

Your glasses fall in the road;

You follow them.

I help you up.

Your house is scented with damp and joss sticks

Yesterday’s takeaway overflows the lid-lifted bin

Cigarette butts gather outside the back door,

Cancerous crew.

‘You and me’ you say

‘We used to dance together. Do you remember?’