The 6th Great Extinction

The 6th Great Extinction

There are no platypus under the bridge again today. It’s the fourth week in a row and we all ask each other Instead of ‘hello’, “Seen any platypus?” — hopeful And each time, it’s “Not today… not for a while…” None of us know whether it’s sea­sonal,...
Waves

Waves

A poem reflecting on the fem­inist work at WIRE I’m writing a letter to fem­inism: a love letter, A letter of longing, a letter of hope, A letter of rage, a letter of solid­arity. There are echoes of us all through time, My fin­gers...

Know-it-all

On the ascen­sion of Scott Mor­rison to the Prime Min­is­ter­ship of Aus­tralia We’ve just swapped one psy­cho­path for another, If we’re honest. It’s just that one wore the mask better. In truth, the chal­lenge will always be that Father knows best, or thinks he...
Beginner genie

Beginner genie

This is where you make your wishes after all, three sheets to the wind, thumb rub­bing up the brown glassy con­dens­a­tion, wistful, dreaming of Kris­tobal or Mira­bella or Carlos, in your bars and your nightclubs, sweat and grind, the neck of the bottle...
2017 was born with a scream

2017 was born with a scream

1. 2017 was a good year for fear, a good year for screaming Not like some other good amer­ican years but it slid out of A year of celebrity death and tele­vised suf­fering that we were all Only too happy to see the back of And in...
Paper and dust

Paper and dust

Their shelves have always held mys­tery. Resist the urge to touch — cloth and paper and paint. I am close enough to breathe in Catullus and all his earthly urges, now sealed and almost eru­dite; So many spines here, leather and lust, dirt and dis­tress....