I keep seeing images
of you I keep walking
when your face looms up
legs first
I see you
in shop-front windows across
the road in cars driving by arm
in arm with a woman with
a friend my friend I miss
you I keep seeing
you and every time it feels
like my centre has been blasted
away you’re away
fragments flying fraying
flesh
but there you are in the
traffic in the
distance far away far
away from me
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Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer. For the first 20 years of my working life I worked as an entertainment journalist, publicist, PR consultant and in advertising and media agencies. In the second 20 years, I worked in marketing roles at non-profit organisations then retrained as a teacher, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees. Also did miserable McJobs, and a long, happy stint at an art gallery.
