Monday, March 07, 2016

Monday, 6.30pm

Avery: God is everywhere. God’s in the air. God’s on my pizza.
Martin: Who told you that?
Avery: A boy who knows everything. A boy in my class.
Penni: Oh, yeah? Cool. Who?
Avery: Mason.
Penni: Right. And do you believe that god is everywhere?
Avery: Yes. I believe God is real.
Penni (to Una): What do you believe?
Una: Greek gods.
Avery: I don’t believe in pies though. I don’t believe pies are real.
Martin: You believe in God, but you don’t believe in pies?

Avery: Get off my foot God. God! Get off the roof! It’s dangerous up there.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

High School

It takes the time it takes:
a slow growth that appears
suddenly. She is more than the sum
of her days minutes and hours,
the trickle of weeks, the fluttering years,
the incalculable mathematics of her concern
about her hair which flicks up at the ends,
it will never be all right I want to say
but that's my lesson to learn not hers.
Her bag weighs more than a small child

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

How bodies work

"There's human people that live in your body, there is because I know there is. They live in your body because they are servants doing everything the brain tells them to do. The brain is the master human."

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Figure and Ground

Refigure yourself, hurrying down the corridor,
past the shadowy objects. Too late
to name anything now. It’s all spoken for.

The chair in the hallway speaks for itself. 
"You are not alone," it says. "The purpose of things
is not the meaning of things." This is a recording.

Into the garden then, where what lies lost is overgrown:
the other chair, wild with the language of soil,
the message is the matter. A fistful, a bowlful.

The birds are thoughts that the trees are having,
each one a variation on a theme. Hurry on,
through the garden and out of the gate.

This is where the fields are endless,
a strawless yellow, days without texture,
vanishing, this is where I leave you.

Sunday, August 09, 2015


Is a way back in to what you know, to find the knowledge
lost inside the self, the thing you know that you don’t know
you know, you must go back to the source, re-source the source,
re-turn to what you’ve already turned to and from and into.

Search and re-search, follow your own footprints
along the muddy track, beside the path is the place
that you don’t go: swill of water, the waste, the waste,
the memory of what we all turn from, darkness, the first un/known.

Saturday, May 02, 2015

Mr Know Everything

"How do people make these?" Avery is holding bubble mix in a plastic container on a string.
"I don't know."
"Does Daddy know everything?"
"No one knows everything. Most people have a few things they know really well, and some things they know a little bit about."
"You know who knows everything? Know Everything Man. He's my friend. You can't see him because he's invisible."
"Great! Why don't you ask him how it was made?"
*mutter mutter* "He says it's made of pavlova."
"Oh. I'm not sure Mr Know Everything is completely reliable."
"He told me it was made of pavlova, so I told everyone it was made of pavlova."

I buckle Avery into his seat. "I love you," I say, kissing his cheek.
He wraps his arms around my neck and holds tight. "I love you"
"That's nice," I say. "We are in love."
Avery laughs. "No. No we're not. We're not in love."
"Oh, why? I love you and you love me?"
"Because you can only be in a wedding to be in love."
"Are Daddy and I in love?"
"No! You aren't in a wedding."
"But we're married. We had a wedding."
"But now you're not."
"What are we."
"You and Daddy love each other, but you're not in love."