Jesus Was A Healer

From the March 2015 Print Edition

Jesus was a healernever turned a patient downnever charged coin or conversionstarted off with dust and spittlethen re-tuned lives to patternsimply by his attentionoften surprised himself a littleby his unbounded abilityJesus was a healerreattached his captor’s earopened senses, unjammed . . . . Continue Reading »


From the June/July 2014 Print Edition

One who’d been my friendly Gran
was now mostly barred from me,
accomplishing her hard death
on that strange farm miles away.

My mother was nursing her
so we couldn’t be at home.
Dad had to stay out there, milking,
appearing sometimes, with his people,
all waiting for the past. Continue Reading »

The Canonization

From the May 2011 Print Edition

Rome 17 October 2010 Mary MacKillop, born 1842, what are the clergy giving you on my birthday, Mother Mary? Sainthood? So long after God did? Independence? But you’re your own Scot. The job of Australian icon? Well yes. Black flies in the buggy. Bush pianos. The cheek-sawing wimple in summer: . . . . Continue Reading »

Eucalypts in Exile

From the March 2010 Print Edition

They’ve had so many jobs: boiling African porridge. Being printed on. Paving Paris, flying in her revolutions. Supporting a stork’s nest in Spain. Their suits are neater abroad, of denser drape, unnibbled: they’ve left their parasites at home. They flower out of bullets and, without . . . . Continue Reading »