Elegy for E.M.J.
Pulled down in a riptide of rushing years
poetry
Apnea
It's always the silence that wakes me
Acupressure
In my shoulder, an ache that for months
Bonfires
I wanted to light bonfires
Mr Bond at the National Gallery
It's not hard to find me here
Yass, Not Canberra
You went wrong somewhere west of Lake George
House Hunting / House Dreams
we will know
House Finches
Small birds
The Literate Thief
From the empty room across the hall,
untitled
Songbirds searching for blueberries
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