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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Currently works at a public art gallery and a performing arts complex.
Worked in the Australian rock music industry as a journalist and published widely as a poet before moving to London and spending the better part of a decade in advertising agencies. Returned to Australia and briefly tried teaching, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees but also as a high school classroom teacher. Has travelled Western Europe, North Africa, Russia, Northern India, East Asia, coastal USA, some Pacific Islands, and Australia.
