(Poem) Blake Poetry Prize 2026 'There's No Such Thing as Astrology (OR: The Last Trump/Odious Joy)'.
NSW Poetry Prize 2025 'Your Vantage Point is Different'.
'Walking Between Worlds'. Island Magazine, issue 174, 2025.
Liquid Amber Poetry Prize 2024 'Rhetorical Question'.
Dorothy Porter Poetry Award 2020 'At Barmah'.
Aesthetica (UK) Creative Writing Prize 2012. 'Boots from Canada'. Aesthetica Journal (UK), 2013 & Page Seventeen, issue 8, 2010.
'This is How'. Rabbit Poetry Journal, issue 2: Food, 2011
'Maps'. Rabbit Poetry Journal, issue 2: Food, 2011
'This is How'. Rabbit Poetry Journal, issue 2: Food, 2011
'Maps'. Rabbit Poetry Journal, issue 2: Food, 2011
'Liquor and Linen'. Rabbit Poetry Journal, issue 2: Food, 2011
'Fuel'. Best Australian Poems, 2010.
'Things I Remember'. Dot Dot Dash, issue 3, 2010.
'Here'. Cottonmouth, 2010.
Published in Best Australian Poems 2010
You asked to stop there for a can of coke, you needed to piss
and the tank was empty so I pulled in. I stood by the bowser
pumping gas to fuel dreams set on fire years before and you
said to the attendant that you'd been short changed.
If only you knew the truth in that.
The tyres were near-bald and paint job robbed by rust and we
were there ten metres apart, sliding doors between us and I
was standing watching your mouth move.
You were telling the attendant that there were not enough
coins—the change was wrong—and you were pleading with
your eyes with one hand in your front pocket looking casual
and honest.
And you looked at me through the glass and back at him and
you picked at lint from your stained pull over.
I watched your mouth.
You were hoping like fuck that he'd give you that two dollar
coin so you could walk through those sliding doors, flip that
piece, lay it on the dash, shove your feet up and feel just a little
richer for all those years we'd spent.
This is How
Recorded by Kieran Ruffles (RRR Studio) for Going Down Swinging, read by Allison Browning. Published in Going Down Swinging edition 34 and in Rabbit edition 2.
'Things I Remember'. Dot Dot Dash, issue 3, 2010.
'Here'. Cottonmouth, 2010.
Fuel
Published in Best Australian Poems 2010
You asked to stop there for a can of coke, you needed to piss and the tank was empty so I pulled in. I stood by the bowser
pumping gas to fuel dreams set on fire years before and you
said to the attendant that you'd been short changed.
If only you knew the truth in that.
The tyres were near-bald and paint job robbed by rust and we
were there ten metres apart, sliding doors between us and I
was standing watching your mouth move.
You were telling the attendant that there were not enough
coins—the change was wrong—and you were pleading with
your eyes with one hand in your front pocket looking casual
and honest.
And you looked at me through the glass and back at him and
you picked at lint from your stained pull over.
I watched your mouth.
You were hoping like fuck that he'd give you that two dollar
coin so you could walk through those sliding doors, flip that
piece, lay it on the dash, shove your feet up and feel just a little
richer for all those years we'd spent.
This is How
Recorded by Kieran Ruffles (RRR Studio) for Going Down Swinging, read by Allison Browning. Published in Going Down Swinging edition 34 and in Rabbit edition 2.
