Another runner in the night







That girl and me went swimming down Wilson’s bend

It was hotter’n hell so

I left off fencing the top field and drove into town

Picked her up on her break

Said I’d have her back in plenty of time

Knew I wouldn’t

She knew too.


She ran from my pickup down to the bar

Shedding her work disguise pieces at a time

‘Til she stood smiling at the water’s edge

In wisps of immodesty

And I had to stop walking just to look

I wanted to make a grab at her right there and then

But she jumped laughing into the river

And I, keen to catch that slippery fish, followed her in

Still wearing my jeans.


I kissed that girl once in the water

Long and deep

And twice more on the sandy bar

As we dried off shivering in the flooding heat

Felt the fluttering breath from her nose on top of my lip

And wanted it right there.


Driving back, she didn’t say much

Just hung her head out the window to dry her hair

But she was smiling like a cat on a window sill

Like maybe it was her who’d hooked the fish

I let her think it and

Put my rough hand on her smooth thigh

Just letting it rest there

Casually possessive like I knew she wanted.


Dropped her back to the diner an hour late

She said she’d catch hell but she was still smiling

When I pulled away

I drove back slow and got to work

Finished that fenceline before the reddening sun touched the treetops

Went home and didn’t think about much of anything at all.





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Down to the River






These waters keep their secrets

Flowing over stone and bone

Bright dart fishes pick the flesh

Of forgotten loss

Then swim on

Pausing briefly in the shadows of

Red corroded bridges and ancient hanging trees


Dark waters wipe clean the slate

Sweep the sediment of sentimentality

Out to sea

Children break the surface

Arcing off old tire swing

their hoots and hollers fit to raise the dead

But the dead stay soundly sleeping

Masticated but content

To let the chill waters be their only confidante.




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Down by the riverside




What the fire revealed


The willows by the river burned

The  night of the bushfire

I stood by and watched the mirrored flames

Across the broad water and wept

For the loss of my childhood refuge


By morning all were black and naked

Stripped of their modesty

A red embered heart

Aglow with shame in each


The water flowed by slowly

Choked with ashes

Reflective of nothing

I knew then

With nauseating certainty

The truth of this world


Some things you can never, ever get back.






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Chasing something in the night


Night fishing.jpg


Night of desirable objects


A slither of light

Silver darts

Shooting fast

The ripple of shadows

Layered in darkness

Small sounds echo across surface tension

Coming back as a reminder of seconds ago


Thoughts of home

And warm covers

Breakfast in the kitchen as the sun creeps up

Your lonely belly growls its rebellion

Crusty eyes and overstrained ears concede

You miss her soft breathing

Against your neck

Wonder why you keep coming out here

Chasing glints in the dark


It’s the lure of desirable objects

That clarity of mind

You and something in the night.






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Night of desirable objects