I should have known from the retching crow that passed on my way to the station that morning. The signs were there in the sprinkle of chocolate on my cappuccino, in the graph of plunging share prices hidden in the newspaper’s entrails. She’s gone; I should have known. The signs were there this evening as… Continue reading Omens

My grandad dug potatoes for a living long ago in Australia when he was young, chiselling them out of the hard-baked soil then leaving the field each day exhausted with his back bent as low as the landscape; resilient and adaptable like the generations before him, humble but proud like the potato itself. A tour… Continue reading Mandatory Potato Poem

FIFTH VIEW OF THE SOUTHERN CROSS Tonga, 800 AD Take me with you, star duck, when you fly away down south; let me fix your broken wing. I remember watching you when I was young and dancing to music so sweet I couldn’t taste the food. You seemed so close then but now I wish… Continue reading Under the Southern Cross