March 2024
Bio Note: Australian-born, my collections The Devil Orders A Latte and Falling Asleep at the Circus are forthcoming from Fernwood Press and Turning Point Books, respectively. I have quite a few chickens and one noisy viola and hang out my poems to dry in all weather.
Bass at Rest
The harpsichord has
taken over—
it’s Brandenburg five,
after all,
where she slowly crawls in
like a fog and
soon is the only one singing—
and the bass player stands
like a Roman statue,
his hand draped over
the instrument
like a lover,
waiting for the cadence
along with the rest of
the statues until
the spell is broken
and Bach puts himself back
together
Seams Ripping
Like any kind of trust,
some trees,
some people
You don’t notice them
until they are
gone
Suddenly two pieces
of a heart
where there was once
only one
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