mothers and daughters

in my daughters I see
in each, an altered version
of a younger me

do they see in me
the mirror of their future

dead pens

desk tidy becomes
bulging sarcophagus
under a pyramid of pens

introduction to psychedelia

the doona brushing my chin
becomes the jacquard eiderdown of my childhood;
a brush with psychedelia

Contagion

his monologue quickens
to match his obsession
I stand back from contagion

In the depth of night

in the depth of night
a dripping tap becomes
the heartbeat of the house

tap birds

cockatoos in Blundstones
slow march across the roof
tap birds on tin

Slippery when wet

slippery when wet sign
abandoned on dry walk-way
human sheep detour, conditioned