This was written for Emanuel Synagogue's Simchat Torah celebration. I was given the word 'sacrifice' to contemplate and then present to the congregation. When I say sacrifice My mind races to a hilltop Beyond the bushes Beyond the fire Beyond the mother’s gaze Stones, knife, altar A son, a father, a god, a test And… Continue reading Sacrifice


Poetic City’s Poetry Cinema brings you a selection of poetry films and videos from Canberra, Australia and the world! Join us on Lonsdale Street Braddon for a few minutes or stay to watch the full 40 minute program. The program will play for 3 sessions each night:- Session 1: 6.30pm- Session 2: 7.10pm- Session 3:… Continue reading POETIC CITY POETRY CINEMA

Jux/ta/po/si/tion JuxtapositionThe absent armour of boundaryThe brittle beauty of understandingThe casual coolness of your desireThe delicate danger of my longingThe empty envelope sealedThe fallen fire pausedThe glorious grittiness before the graceThe heavy honour weighting your heartThe ignorant idealism of my dreamsThe jarring joy of surrenderThe kept kiss of seductionThe laboured love of your youthThe morning… Continue reading Jux/ta/po/si/tion


My latest poem at Plus61J Media EMERGING EMERGING By Miriam Hechtman Recently I made a decisionI’m just going to love youI’m going to love you and love you moreOutwardsWith arms stretchedA thousand olive branchesPickedNever to be neededI’m going to hold in words like airLet them breathe out through every other creviceBut my mouthThese lips… Continue reading Emerging

Go Back to Life Go back to life YesGo hug each otherHold each otherThe war is overThe virus lostWe wonAll of usThe peopleThe fighting humansTogether in unisonGo back to lifeOpen the windowsOpen your doorOpen your heartsHandshakes are backStand close togetherHigh fiveI heard it on the wirelessThere’ll be jazz in the parkHotdog stands on the streetDancing in the squareGo… Continue reading Go Back to Life

But oh so long the wait has been But Oh So Long The Wait Has Been  (inspired by Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s poem The Dispossessed) But oh so long the wait has beenOh so long they walkedWith fear in their fingersAnd sweat on the browAs the politicians talked and talked And oh so long the wait has beenOh so long they stoodWith prayer on their… Continue reading But oh so long the wait has been


SALT I thought I would be ready To dive back in To the faces the places the spaces But something has me pinned Something has me muted On pause Held But without tenderness or warmth An armour of my own design I miss abandon I miss surprise I miss not worrying I miss daydreaming Today… Continue reading Salt