On the Road to Wolfe Creek Crater

Here now sketched dark against camellia pink a washboard sky we settle into this dry creek groove flames tick and fizzle around lamb chops bums sunk in canvas foot fired and smoke eyed review the day's Boab sightings milk bottle trunks, branches in a ghost’s wail and you peeling potatoes at the border - Fruit … Continue reading On the Road to Wolfe Creek Crater

Seasons

borrowing some language from "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll Wheel on, Earth! This grinning orbit, lopsided axle bolted to time’s effortless wheeze - each season, a childhood of delicate unfurling. A quarter is in the rest of shadows ..digging holes for themselves; uncleaving from the brunt of sun’s inevitable eye. But sleep must crash open. Winter’s … Continue reading Seasons

Wish on the tears of clouds…

Earth wipes a tear from the soft white cheek of a cumulus cloud - careful now and into her vial - these appropriated raindrops to be saved for the protesters their fruitless garden of raised fists. May they grow (she says) plentiful as dandelions - until their explosion into wind-blown stars grits the eyes of … Continue reading Wish on the tears of clouds…