The dead are necessary    they are forked like branches   they have their own names    call them: they are not hiding    what use will you come to ? a eucalypt stag   …

If you must make me, draw me forth through that needle’s eye have a care for this raw skin what abrades it, how it may be sliced and sutured I …

Sydney, you flirt, you sandstone blonde with your wide blue eyes, your fringes of come-hither frangipani, your swizzle-stick palms, your blinding white mast-thickets bristling in the little bays. Perched on …