Not a Chance Zine [September 2007] with Jay Dee Dearness The world is distant, far away / Separate / He reaches for me / Holds me / Squeezes the breath from me
	Little 6 [September 2007] the war between words and numbers This is how it starts; pen / paper / chair / desk.
	Love Zine [September 2006] love poems with Mandy Beaumont + Sharon Dunne for BWF 2006 Sitting in the laundromat she watches on / as the night is erased from her sheets. /  She fidgets and smiles and suppresses the urge to yell / 'he is beautiful'.
	Little 5 [january 2006] seven deadly sins... The fan blowing air on my skin relaxes me; the summer heat makes me want to sleep. Dishes are  stacked beside the sink, the bin is full and there are books and scribbled on pieces of paper all over the  table and floor, but i go and turn on the TV instead.
	Little 4 [january 2005] words written while I was living in Hobart. snow on the mountain / it’s been snowing for days / black birds quip and dance / through bushes /  snow on the mountain / it’s been snowing for days / cold air pools and seeps / watch your breath / black birds hide amongst / the bushes / hide in the thick bushes / snow on the mountain / black birds hide in thick bushes / willows weep and everything i / write is shit.
	Authorised Personnel Only [july 2004] this zine was made on 1 July 2004 at the Zines: Construction - Distribution Workshop at the Qld Writers' Centre. Good morning, afternoon, evening or day... whichever you prefer. Welcome to REALITY! Now this is going to be a bumpy ride. No more living in a dream where everything is alright because it isn't! Life from now on will consist of ups and downs, nice days, bad days and boring days. You will have to work your little butt off from now on.
	Little 3 [january 2004]  words written while on holiday in Europe. 15 days on the same bleeding bus. I'm feeling like I've spent forever on this bus. the days  behind just bleed away, having real trouble distinguishing between what we did yesterday and what we  did they day before that, anything before/beyond that and i reach/hit a mental block/brick wall. i know  we were in Vienna earlier in the week, but which day I honestly/really can't say.
	Little two [december 2002] the first words written after a 6 month stint of writers block the tanker has pulled into the servo across the road. beeping as it reverses. soon the hum will begin as the fuel flows into the underground tanks. this afternoon I was alone in the house. summer  was knocking on the door so I opened up the doors and windows to let the warm breeze flow through.
	Little [april 2002] the very first issue sometimes i feel little. when I'm sitting down i feel this way, i see everyone as being bigger  than me. when I stand up it's like I'm growing abnormally, shooting up past people's heads - like that  moment in the cuckoo's nest when the chief's hand swells when Jack Nicholson's character  shakes it.  i feel small when I'm alone, I shrink and the world grows big.
	the complete published works [february 2001] every thing i had published up until february 2001. [check the cv  page for details]