VI – preview – each pale song

 

each pale song

your hair has grown deep
into the green stone of age

just as hills have grown between us
and oceans salt everything –
sunbathers
and their pastel umbrellas
get away with nothing here

and driftwood piles
in hours
heaped upon
what few memories I have gathered

even as my head spills them
in a dance of clouds,
torsos thin,
each pale song
a gouge in my chest

but it is simple enough:
I want you

and now the statues have turned all
shoulders
tear-drop smooth

and the polish of feet
across your body,
how many is it now?

your hands were so wide,
as if to rival Atlas
who was always just out of sight
who was slowly unfreezing
and whose pulse
was seismic
but who could not fit you
within his stern gaze

and I will forgive every stumble
each scratch
each sour bite you give
when ignored
and even, envy so great
as to rattle my very bones

but you hid so well,
caught,
suspended
between a breath
and the settling of night

your sweet face

I wonder
did you ever truly need to paint it?

your own voice grew young
in my listening
and
I leant against cool railings
and you called me back to see
secrets
that were everyone’s
but become ours
by the whispers I couldn’t fully unearth,
as crowds of automated eyes
pillaged you
as I myself would later do
as so many could not resist to do
and what I kept
could never satisfy

your immortality dried
as we worked,
great deserts in our fingertips
and dust in our kisses

and though I cannot feel more shame
knowing that I want more

at least when change came
thank god
you were not part of its neon creeping.

 

About 12 days to go until release of VI 😀

slow clap

in photographs of me
in the canals
my face eating the sunlight
I smile
because
it’s amazing
in my memory
and even now that
winter is heavy
upon us
I somehow forget
wanting to push
my fellow tourists
into the green
and simply get on with
taking comfort
from once, years ago now
once being so far out
of reach
and no longer
thinking of jackets
thick socks
or desperately
hot showers,
just the slow clap
of feet on dry stone.

venice

old stone & between giants – print & ebook available now

Very pleased to announce that my latest poetry collection – a combination of two of my previous collections – is now available in print and ebook form from a variety of retailers 🙂 bgandos(small) Click on the image for some samples of the poetry and see below for a list of some of the outlets. Signed copies will also be available from me directly toward the end of the month 🙂

Ginninderra Press – print

Angus & Robertson – ebookprint

Collins the Bookseller – ebook

Amazon – ebook print

Barnes & Noble – ebookprint

Between Giants & Old Stone – Combined Edition

Hi everyone!

Just a quick post to let you know that Ginninderra Press is soon releasing a combined edition of my last two collections between giants and old stone: haiku, senryu & haibun in both digital and print formats.

Right now you can actually pre-order the kindle version for under five dollars – there’s over 100 pages of poetry in there so it’s longer than my usual collections. I’m very excited about this one – here’s the new cover and stay tuned for a print release, which should be around the same time as the June release of the ebook.

Amazon AU
Amazon US
Amazon UK

 

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garnish

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on our last night in Rome
the thrill of nicotine as garnish
has worn off

and the waitress at the hotel
knows I’ll order
panna cotta for dessert.

after a long search
for band aids
the next morning

we return
to the Trevi Fountain
and throw a coin

and much later
on the plane,
talk about how we both

had wondered just
how many times
we appeared
in other people’s photographs.

 

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