birds still talking

even this late, with the sun peddling
downhill, birds are still talking
as warm bricks
leftover from noon
cook ants
and soothe the ache in my back,
watching the lid on the letterbox
swing, click and squeak

I am taking hope seriously
in weather this good, no jumper
and no shoes –
it’s getting better for walks
along the river after work,
when all the mind can manage
is little sounds of appreciation,
when words would
only cloud things over, burden
everything with meaning.

first published in Island #123, featured in the forthcoming collection between giants

New Poem featured in ‘Island’

Really pleased (despite what the postie did to it) to receive my copy of Island #123 which includes my poem ‘Birds Still Talking‘ along with a host of other great pieces. There’s always such a beautiful mix of poetry and visual arts, criticism and fiction in Island, it’s a great journal and I’m really happy to be in it.

I’ve only flipped through the pages but I’ve already found perhaps my favourite poem in the issue – ‘Matter’ by one of my favourite oz poets Jane Williams, and you can view more of her work at her blog.

Subs are open now for fiction and reviews, though poetry isn’t open again until July. Full details here.