The Art of Poetry No. 89 Issue no. 173 Spring 2005 “It’s a deep dirty secret, in Australia, that I’m the wrong class to be a poet.”
Two Poems Issue no. 173 Spring 2005 Whatever the great religions offerit is afterlife their people want:Heaven, Paradise, higher reincarnations,
Presence Issue no. 117 Winter 1990 I glory centennially slow-ly in being Guugumbakh thestrangular fig bird-born to overgrowthe depths of this wasp-leafed stinging-tree,
Five Poems Issue no. 112 Winter 1989 All me are standing on feed. The sky is shining. All me have just been milked. Teats all tingling stillfrom that dry toothless sucking by the chilly mouths