I live with my family and write in Melbourne, the Blue Mountains, anywhere I can. My background is in journalism (until recently I worked at The Age newspaper training reporters in writing skills). Now concentrating on my own words.
I don’t have a page for poems, but here’s one I wrote about my mum:
Caritas Christi
My mother has fallen
from a plane. She is
tumbling
slow
hieroglyph
meaning
over
meaning
over
meaning
we cannot tell what
she is saying. Her body sends
stray signals
she says I was in Darwin buying drugs
she says (waking)
I was on a train
my mother was born in a carriage
she says
my mouth
is so dry