A poem by Jan Fran: ‘Write it down, they say. You’ll feel better. But how to speak the unspeakable?’

Each week during Australian Poetry Month, a poet walks us through one of their works. Here, the journalist grapples with raising a child in a time of ‘tremendous helplessness’ The question I ask myself the most is what temperature is my son On the days we bake along the coast I stare up at the sun As it bears down on us His cheeks pink, I think What temperature is my son? Perhaps he needs a hat. Continue reading...

By Jan Fran