this one’s from a series i’m working on,
a series that will deal with grief
& the other themes associated with growing up
in a cul-de-sac in melbourne

this next piece was written, oh, just
a few weeks ago,
after i’d returned from pulling our bins
onto the street – for a moment it all
seemed to make sense

this next one is a poem, a sonnet
about doing your tax-return

this is called ‘in praise of water-polo’

i’ll finish with this