Love is often written about as certainty.These poems begin somewhere else.Love, Probably moves through small moments, conversations, and quiet recognitions — where affection, doubt, humour, and distance meet.

The Lotus teaching says the broken human is the vehicle, not the obstacle. Nothing needs to be repaired first. Nothing is waiting somewhere else.So there is nothing here to study. No system, no ladder, no scaffolding to climb and discard. Only what is direct.Read one. Put it down. If something stays, it was already yours.The direct immediacy of experience touching us as life .

A café opens each morning on Bingil Bay Road. The Coral Sea in front, the rainforest behind, and between them a town that holds people still long enough to forget where they thought they were going. Sebastian makes the coffee. Rick arrives from New York with something in him starting to give way. Caroline takes the table in the shade. Mangoes fall on the tin roof and no one looks up. A season in a far north Queensland town travellers, locals, the jungle waiting behind the houses — until th...

Heat gathers before sound, then the cicadas begin all at once. Occurrences stays with what happens when nothing is being managed — a bolt tightening or not, dust settling on skin, a man arriving at the end of his own instructions. Twenty-nine poems of Australian ground and ordinary hours, where one thing occurs and makes room for the next.

Darkness lies in every corner of life. Sometimes you are lucky enough to avoid it; other times you are sucked in, and at its mercy. This journey through the horrors and torment of abuse in all its deplorable forms, is retold in explicit detail, because darkness does not care for the innocence of childhood nor for its screams of hope. From childhood to adolescence, then moving through teenage years, set against a backdrop of late 70s and early 80s punk rock London, this is a story of a youn...

Snowy Mountains is a meditative journey across land, body, and belonging, tracing a family's long passage from the tropical intensity of Broome to the cold, high air of Kosciuszko National Park. Moving between physical travel and inner shift, these pieces explore what happens when climate, place, and habit fall away, and the body is asked to remember something older than comfort.Written with quiet attentiveness, the work dwells in transitions: heat giving way to co...

A fig tree holds a foreshore for two hundred years and remembers who walked beneath it. A man sails out alone after his wife leaves. A migrant steps off a boat into light that tells on every edge. A car comes over a desert horizon and a people's world ends without a shot. In an abandoned pub, one Thursday night keeps returning.Country Dreaming is a collection about Australian land as the main actor — country that shapes, withholds, remembers, and outlasts the names nailed ...

Nothing Assumed CarriesThirty poems written from the ground up — soil, weather, the body at work, the mind watching itself let go. Nothing here is explained. Nothing is decorated. Each poem holds one thing long enough for it to open, then puts it down.This is a collection about what remains when the assumptions fall away: the names we give things, the futures we lean on, the self we keep managing. What's left isn't emptiness as an idea. It's the fig tree, t...

Men at the bar, men at the fence, men waiting out a restructure they didn't ask for. These poems watch lives that don't explain themselves — a bull in the far paddock, faces passing in the street, an old man's beer going flat while he talks. What they've built, what they've lost, and what they still show up for.Lives is a collection about men as they are, not as they say they are.

Every relationship has a vanishing edge the place where explanation runs out. Past that line, love isn't discussed. It's a hand on a shoulder in a dark kitchen. A silence held long enough to become an answer. Staying, when staying is no longer understood.These poems live at that edge.For anyone who has stood there.

Bright is a collection of Australian poems of road, light, memory, and ordinary illumination.These poems move through human weather: work, loneliness, masculine pressure, small towns, roads, rooms, grief, humour, and sudden clarity. They are grounded in daily life but alert to the moments when something opens — a light, a phrase, a landscape, a face, a silence.Bright does not offer easy optimism. Its light is earned. It arrives through difficulty, not away...

Drawn from across the poetry catalogue and brought together, these forty-one poems explore what the brochure left out , the oranges rolling into the gutter, the man who learned to walk again, the garden that waited twenty years to be found, the bar where nothing is said and everything is understood.