Recently she has been taking courses in counselling and is learning to play the bodhran. This year she was the only poet to have two poems shortlisted for the Canterbury Festival Poet of the Year Competition. Her poems have been published in Blue Dog: Australian Poetry, Poetrix, Poetry Monash, Equinox, and South. She lives in a small village outside Canterbury.
Greenhow Grove
(for Mary Kenny)
her small feet are planted
in soft buck leather, in a cobbled street
by a red brick house she will recall
like a scene from an old film
in soft buck leather, in a cobbled street
where children hop-scotch pavements
like a scene from an old film
washing is strung like bunting
where children hop-scotch pavements
and she emerged from the womb
washing is strung like bunting
a first breath of coal-warmed air
and she emerged from the womb
she cradles her doll in a cardboard cot
a first breath of coal-warmed air
unaware she is practising
she cradles her doll in a cardboard cot
by a red brick house she will recall
unaware she is practising
her small feet are planted
