Autumn in Melbourne.

medium.com/ipoetry/vem%... - This poem explores the feeling that the breathtaking view you are seeing and the photo you are about to take has been seen and taken by millions of others before you.

Nice sunrise.

medium.com/ipoetry/nigh... - This particular piece explores the imaginary conversations we have in our minds when we wake up in the middle of the night, restless, with those who were once in our lives and there is unfinished business, in an effort to get some closure.

This is Torquay "inner" surf beach - judging by the wave size, I suspect is for learners!

medium.com/ipoetry/echo... - now into the obscure feelings in earnest (theme for the rest of this year and into next) - this piece explores shadow mourning — that feeling of a memory triggered when standing in an empty room — often when moving house

Sneak preview of the cover of my next novel - coming out mid-2026.

Wrote my first ever stage play - started over a decade ago and finished this year. A challenge for me given I mostly write speculative (long form) fiction!

Covers of the three collections of my poetry.

Williamstown beach on a cloudy day.

medium.com/@no1foofan1/... - This poem was written while I was at my desk writing on the last day of 2025, when I saw the magpie on the tree outside my window. Meanwhile, my Abyssinian cat sat by the window, tail twitching, eyes wide and whiskers drooping.

wandering down to Brighton Beach in Port Phillip Bay, Melbourne.

medium.com/ipoetry/rene... - written at the start of this year after a few bad years from a mental health perspective.

Port Melbourne beach.

medium.com/@no1foofan1/... - Second of a pair of poems on the theme — exploring how pain manifests.

Continuing the recent beach theme - long view of Melbourne city from Brighton beach.

medium.com/ipoetry/unse... - First of a pair of poems on the theme — exploring how pain manifests.

Phillip Island surf beach.

medium.com/ipoetry/the-... - second of two poems reflecting on music’s grip — how a good rhythm and lyrics with strong sounds capture the essence of what draws me to music and why I become lost in the moment.

blue finch (maybe?) near Sandringham Beach, Port Phillip Bay, Melbourne.

medium.com/ipoetry/the-... - first of two poems reflecting on music’s grip — how a good rhythm and lyrics with strong sounds capture the essence of what draws me to music and why I become lost in the moment.

View of Melbourne city from Brighton Beach on Port Phillip Bay.

medium.com/ipoetry/echo... - Second of two poems reflecting on a “I used to” nostalgia theme.

Hay fever season in full swing.

medium.com/ipoetry/i-ca... - First of two poems reflecting on a “I used to” nostalgia theme.

some curious footprints on the sand at Port Melbourne....

medium.com/ipoetry/stud... - second of two poems on the theme exploring loneliness and isolation.

View looking up at Melbourne Central.

medium.com/ipoetry/stud... - first of two poems considering the nature of loneliness and isolation.

It was a while ago now, but my little pony wanted to be outside on a glorious spring day. Today I will be enjoying the spring weather.

medium.com/ipoetry/the-... - second of a pair on the theme — the best revenge is none — heal, move on and don’t become like those who hurt us.

Starting to get mesmerised by the lights around Melbourne town - some of which are seasonal baubles.

medium.com/ipoetry/the-... - first of a pair of poems about the theme the best revenge is none — heal, move on and don’t become like those who hurt us.

Contemplating a road trip to see all the 'giant' things around Australia. There are a lot. Reckon it would take at least a year.

medium.com/ipoetry/wond... - reflecting on a personal quality — inquisitiveness — that seems to get me into trouble — yet knowing beauty and wisdom begins with wonder and accepting this trait ultimately defines my well-being.

BREAKING | Truck hauling monkeys carrying hepatitis C, herpes and Covid overturns in Mississippi

Post feed - floofs in food coma snooze under a watchful parent's eye.

medium.com/ipoetry/the-... - I was recently reminded of an interesting documentary from 2012 — The Stories We Tell — exploring myth and memory at the core of a family of storytellers. What struck me the most about this film was the story was whatever each narrator made it to be. Packed a punch.

And, if you're curious, the first volume is here - www.amazon.com.au/Collected-Po...

www.amazon.com.au/dp/1447716485/ - my second volume of poetry - a Gen X guide to friendship, nostalgia and identity is now available.

spotted on my walk yesterday - pigs will fly!

It's floof season! Black swans near work and their baby floofs.

medium.com/p/a3f776dc9a25 - inspired a wonderful newspaper article where a journalist listed tiny things that brought her joy — in her case everything from the ridiculous racket cockatoos make to mirrored disco balls (both also bring me joy!). Their list is here: www.theage.com.au/lifestyle/li...

Sterling is an Abyssinian kitty who loves to watch the world from high places.

medium.com/ipoetry/the-... - Second of a pair on the theme — reflecting on how we valued being ‘invisible’ as teenagers but once we reach over 50, it is annoying that the superpower has re-emerged, and it is frustrating to be ignored.

morning rainbow viewed on the walk to work.

medium.com/ipoetry/orig... - First of two on the theme — reflecting how we valued being ‘invisible’ as teenagers but once over 50, it is annoying that the superpower has re-emerged, and it is frustrating to be ignored. Also playing around with concept of graphic novel character with this power.

this small Ned Kelly seemed to scare the local possums away from my newly planted garden - not sure why!

medium.com/ipoetry/trus... - general reflection on how I feel when trust is betrayed in any friendship. Definitely makes me feel like I will never trust anyone new ever again.

A really lovely place to stop on a road trip - near Lake Macquarie on north coast of NSW, Australia.