Here’s a challenge: write something down as a gift for someone important to you.

Don’t do it on your phone.

A letter? A poem? A postcard? A description of a shared memory? A memoir?

It’s a dying art. Sure, it might feel weird and exposing… but it will be treasured. 




I once wrote a set

of haiku for some close friends

and gave it to them.


They were, I think, touched,

Not only by the gesture

And the effort made,


But by my act of

Vulnerable, courageous

Opening of self.


This is not that work.

(This is just me showing off. 😊)

Here is what I wrote:


A more ornate frame

A series of haiku in honour of female friendship




Have I said too much?

If so, there is forbearance –

They love, and listen.



Early Christmas Shopping, Brisbane

It shouldn’t be this

Easy – must be the tasteful

Shopping companions.




Shared paintings grow more

Ornate frames; borrowed books teem

With more fertile words.



Philip Bacon Galleries, Brisbane

(In memory of Margaret Olley, 1923 – 2011)


Colourburst of bloom,

Old tables, chairs, bowls, vases,

Cloths and clutterblue.


Colourdrunk we swayed,

Our hushed respect out of step

With such profusion.



Female Conversation

Fine web cast out wide

Comes to meet earlier strands

With glue that binds them.


We can’t remember

Which threads came first, or which next:

The whole is wondrous.


Its form intricate,

A robust delicacy,

Scaffold for jewels.


If interrupted,

Anchored to its creators

It will form anew.



P.S. Here is my favourite stolen haiku and subject of internet meme and haiku copyright scandal (see here):


Haikus are easy

But sometimes they don’t make sense


– attributed to Rolf Nelson, Dallas, Texas 


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