“Wine is one of the most civilised things in the world...” but why? Civilisation is a human construct as is wine. It’s no more civilised than stainless steel which we also touch to our lips and which builds our bridges over those uncivilised rivers. This was written in response to dVerse (again belated) Quadrille #125. … Continue reading Hemingway says:
Everyone seems to be writing amazing sensual poems this week. This is was an attempt at a sexy poem (not my usual genre). It was written many years ago after I attended an apple festival (of all things) just out of Melbourne. It was a fascinating event and very pleasant too. Ah sweet caramello dude … Continue reading Apple Jazz
If we were all blind perhaps the elastic axle of our ear drums would free wheel without caprice. We would sit in gorgeous harmony so many isms vanished with appearance - our sensual palate veered arc-wise. Free of colour prejudice we would detect the tingle of a rainbow in our fingertips, or the smell of … Continue reading A Sight Swiped World
This is my belated submission to the challenge (by Ingrid at Experiments in Fiction) to write a spring sonnet. I must admit, I tried initially to write about my beef that it's autumn where I live and yet we still partake of symbols of fertility like easter eggs and we decorate our supermarkets with bunny … Continue reading The Olive Trees that made my Easter Spring-like
this frame my window captures the spillage of the inverted half moon the splashing fall of silver-green sepia on grass and tree crown and verandah rail and the hulk of the concrete rainwater tank and the innocent motion of the breeze and the hum from way down there of the season-swollen river and its rush … Continue reading Midnight Alarm
Morning musked eyeballs - the cadence of a poor night's sleep I shower, relieved to see night unbending, the hot rush of pink across my skin and the way the water tickles my ears A heroic sun finds footing between black-busted hills to be picked through by bare-armed trees and a caveat of clouds in … Continue reading Good Friday
I just hate conflict. I hate it so much that it paralyses me. It's why I am crap at management. I'm crap in meetings. I hate the feeling in my stomach. I hate the anxiety in my chest. I hate the thought that I have hurt somebody or am hurting somebody. But often, the reason … Continue reading Conflict
You wake at night to sparks like blue and yellow bullets whizzing by the glass and a familiar electronic hum. On investigation you find him busy in the black mask and you cover your face until a pause gives him space to see you, the question in your eyes "I'm welding moon beams to make … Continue reading Ramp Among the Stars
It's Wednesday night and in homes across the catchment children are asked to "keep it down" while one parent finds a hidey hole which pretends to be an office for another COVID19 P&C meeting on time, on track and on budget on Skype The topic is the school fete beset by 1.5 metre problems and … Continue reading P&C Revolution
Monsoon season afternoon rain will come very soon. School bus air thick as lard, tiny blue fan blowing hard - getting off the vinyl seats sounds a lot like ripping sheets. While the clouds form a bundle into the kitchen we all trundle; looking for milk and yummy snacks then to bedrooms we make tracks. … Continue reading Tropical Swimming
