Our awkward glances

Our awkward glances
she stands naked before me
life-drawing model

A sliver of moon

A sliver of moon
glows in the fading sunset
before the stars shine

Squeezing mayonaise

Squeezing mayonaise
"a sound that could curdle milk"
says my eldest son

Collections of words

Collections of words
my creative wayfinding
bite-sized diaries

Smell in the kitchen

Smell in the kitchen
earthy and familiar
a dish from my past

The scarred trees proclaim

These scarred trees proclaim
always was, always will be
Wiradjuri land

A chill in the wind

A chill in the wind
I worry I've lost summer
under a blanket