Commended a few years ago in the Melbourne Poets Union poetry comp, here’s one of my poems from Stepping Over SeasonsBianca, hope you enjoy it!


on the bus
two girls talk baby names.

is popular

and I wonder if
they know it’s italian for ‘white’

and if they do
which ‘white’ do they have in mind?

is it the morphine
white of hospital walls
or the hard-working
plastic poly pipe
nestled beneath the sink?

could it be white like rabbits, robes
and weatherboard,

or milk and snow?
is it the white of a cloud
racing across sky

of their iPods

or is it cherry blossoms nestled
against pink in spring?

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