CONTENTS
GRAFFITI ARTIST
OUTCAST
A WOMAN WAITS
BONE
LOOKING FOR THE POETRY IN BONES
LEAVES IN GREEN
MYTH BREAKER
I AM A CROWD
IN MY ARMS
SOME ARE QUIET ABOUT IT
THAT MOMENT WHEN WE WERE ALL SEABIRDS AGAIN
IT COULD BE WORSE
TWO DOLLARS A DAY
COUNTING ON MY FINGERS
THROUGH A CHILD’S EYES
CHOCOLATE FIX
WHO’S COUNTING
A GIRL IS PRIMPED
MAKESHIFT SHELTER
THE SHOOT
OPEN SEASON
CLATTER
HALF-SENTENCED
JEREMIAD
BEAK BLUE AS MUSSEL SHELL
HEAT WAVE
HER BENT HEAD
THISTLE-GREY
I AM A FOX
BACKLIT
DANGEROUS WOMEN
SHE SCRAPES OFF HER OWN MOUTH
AERIALS
THREE DUCKS FLYING ACROSS THE ROAD
TRIAD
IT’S A CHEMO DAY
A WOMAN IS BLINDED
A WOMAN IS RAPED
A WOMAN THREADS
A RUSH OF LEAVES
WOMEN MY AGE
NOW VIEWING
UNCUT
WILDS
THE WOMAN IN THE POEM
Yass poet Gregory Piko thinks the Contents in my latest collection Shebird
(PressPress 2016) read like a poem. I'm taking his word for it :) Thanks to Greg.
