My sister can’t understand my obsession with men
those filthy, inconvenient sleep-stealers
bringing with them a tide of hangovers
and bladder infections. They’re flattering,
but that’s about it. My boyfriend, in particular,
she can’t stand – the one who points at skyscrapers and says
You know who built those? Men!
The city lights twinkling like gaudy love
like the way his eyes flicker when he makes me smile
despite myself. My sister can’t believe my weakness
and neither can I – why tolerate a snoring old guy
night after night when my own life contains clean towels –
a kitchen pantry stocked with essentials
and all my electronics plugged in to charge.
Honestly, I can’t. I’m like Mother-fucking-Teresa!
he yelled this evening, spread out on his couch
with his penis flopped out below his beer belly.
Another night on grubby sheets, seasoned
with flakes of convenience-store pastry;
his flatulence a built-in alarm.
But I maintain he’ll surprise everyone yet,
even my sister. He will, I tell her. You’ll see.



Mesmerised; the word derives from Mesmer,
a German guy who spoke of the energy that transfers
between animate beings – animal magnetism – the precursor
to hypnotism. Mesmer, with his swirling pinwheel eyes
that paralyse the mind and slow down time – the swoon
on the cusp of an epiphany; a dream that’s neither good nor bad
but interesting. Standing in your light I’m mesmerised
as a child in the doorway of a kitchen at night
holding dandelions and I can feel sometimes that you don’t wanna go on
but then you look at my face and can’t bring yourself to leave
this life. I’m the rope in the tug of war between your opposing sides –
is it any wonder I feel stretched? But whenever I snap
you’re always the one to come back
waving your wine-stained peace rag, your voice casting spells
and your eyes like magnets, electrified –
and the whole thing starts again.

Epistles at Dawn Poetry Blast: Seizure Online

Seizure Online

It is a great honour to have been included in the most recent Poetry Blast from Seizure Online.

The poem they went with was The Come Down, and I’m so happy that that poem now has a home. (Trivia fact: the poem is based on real events and the photo is from that day).

This Poetry Blast was compiled by the amazing Fiona Wright, and contains absolutely extraordinary poetry from Elizabeth Allen, Mark Riboldi, Michele Seminara, Joel Ephraims, Toby Fitch and Eileen Chong.

Things are going well in my world, but I’ve been too busy to write about it. I’ll try though to find the time soon to write about my recent trip to Los Angeles. 🙂

Poetry, yay!