Last night, I spent 4 minutes writing a short piece of dialogue. Seconds later, an editor halfway across the world was reading it out on YouTube. Welcome to the awesome and surreal world of the digital writers’ festival.
This poem was inspired in part by the Auslan interpreter at the Emerging Writers’ Festival in Melboune, May 2013.
Melbourne’s first grey, cold day of the year inspired some haikus about the city in the clutch of winter.
Birds are a favourite muse of mine. I find that when you have Australian birds around, it’s very hard to be pretentious and precious. They’re a great leveller – particularly cockatoos. Read More
This poem was written in two parts, both in the Tropics. The idea of a ‘swamp parliament’ came to me in Kakadu National Park but the final stanza is very much located in Cairns, where the fig trees near the inner-city library are famous for their massive flying fox colonies.