....Made it into the local paper for winning a young adults poetry competition. Over a hundred entered, the theme being family and culture. Awesome! :D

http://www.csu.edu.au/go/cwc

For a long time I didn’t know if I was saying

God or Hello,

Till someone told me it was ‘k’.

I’m still saying Bog to both locals; farmers, elders or tricycle riders,

and to the strangers, never seen twice, in my streets.

 …

The tower rises out like an obelisk:

a pin in a sea of terracotta roofs.

We rush to it, exploring the church courtyards

away from the sweeps of shutter speeds and blitzes. *

My sister tries to act casual as she puts her hand on the handle,

frozen in that pose, the perfect D.P for F.B,

till the green doors

crack open.

We slip between the folds

of church spire…

Finding the Orion,

that first night in Brisbane,

caught my parents by surprise.

             Looking up: which land am I on?

Every year or so their fingers point

and retrace specks to me,

coordinates of home.

The soft clatter of feathers being preened is

slick smooth almost sensual yet                                                                                                             distant                          …

Rifts of purple yellow white

drench the landscape with rivulets

of lightning patterns setting ablaze

the dusty olive and spinnerfex grass.

 Petaled church bells glut…

He tore out the engine

of our 1983 Commodore,

patched it up

with his own mind's making

to make it run on water.…