Death, death, death

For Brian Wid­dows, Jaime’s daughter Kaya and Ceredwyn and Keith’s cousin There is an infinite sad­ness in cer­tain acts that cannot be escaped and tonight I grapple with the tri­fecta: A murder, a sui­cide, the death of a baby moments before it...

Vale Dorothy Porter

Dorothy Porter, Aus­tralian poet, inspir­a­tion and mentor, has died of cancer aged 54. Dorothy, I first met you when I was 18. I was a young poet, bright and shiny-eyed, des­perate to impress you. You were my new poetry teacher at the Uni­ver­sity...

Protected: Like a Woman in Childbirth Wailing

I plied on the smal­lest, starkest loom,inside the smal­lest, darkest roomknit­ting fin­ger­nail to fingeriris to eye­ball to socketI rarely missed a stitch. Almost the hardest thing I had to knowwas when to call the baby doneand let it go. — Excerpt...

New poem

Given that there are only 8 readers of mordwen_poetry , I should prob­ably men­tion that I wrote a new poem today, in response to Lisa’s...

The Earth is singing

This is one of the most beau­tiful art­icles I’ve ever read. Me, I like to think of the Earth as essen­tially a giant Tibetan singing bowl, flicked by the middle finger of God and set to a mes­mer­izing, low ring for about 10 bil­lion years until...