September – Collingwood’s defeat has the run of the house     afternoon stillness the absent drift and pause of Pendlebury     seconds later Presti arrives punching air     in nearby worlds forwards who kick goals     sun and cloud we hit the front briefly     day begins to shrink [Read more]

twilight game the city’s groan circles the Dome from wing to wing we try to make the ball go forward Dogs on another fast break paint peeling from the rafters leisurely Leon spears a pass to his opponent getting jumpy Wellingham crumbs and goals his own fumble twilight our hopes slowly fade but fade they [Read more]

Sunday football – players emerge head-bowed from their sermons     blowing a gale – trees and forwards stripped of life     for some the ball goes only where the wind wants it to     two fumbles and suddenly Dick in the clear     late winter squall – smooth passing gone with [Read more]

early resistance over before my first beer    shaking off winter Swan loses another tag     late winter squall spot fires stretch across half-forward   dust settles… magpies go back to feeding on remains   fragmented sky Didak holding it all together   kick out – passing clouds bunch up   empty paper bag [Read more]

mid-August returning on cue dreaded hope TV game in prime position the sleeping dog night begins to cool players not yet hardened to their task deceived by the bounce clouds leave behind the moon moonlight mixes with wine the game starts to open up time-on game in the balance dog snores at my feet magnolias [Read more]