From this paddock (which peters out in trackless bush) I can see my grandma’s pool gleaming pink as the nonchalant blood-let sky Around me, adults murmur theories “She might’ve gone off to die” Blackberries: their Tally-Ho tangle, this rolling hedge - a menacing dark secured beneath. And I peer in, looking for that different brushed … Continue reading Sassy
Written for Frank's Haibun Monday at dVerse - topic: Writer's Block Sometimes an idea flares in the brain – spontaneous combustion – and it’s big and bright and I bask in its wonderful glow. But when that’s used up, it’s easy to think that every idea will be like that – intense and consuming, shimmering … Continue reading Spark Blindness
When a million stars take leave from night duty and arrange themselves on Earth's blackened boughs then you know that tree cries are heard all across this universe we perceive as barren. But tomorrow, when we stand dressed in smoke, completely lost in its ebb and rolling, our asphyxiated wails will vanish quick as bio-luminescence … Continue reading Who Hears the Crying?
suppose you visit me down here you could discard your mirrors in this unlit cascade this fetish of dirt the rub, the writhe segments and soil the dirt and I we are mutually incorporating - in and out the same simple magnificence Written for Sarah's dVerse prompt "Creepies and Crawlies"
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
on this tide (between my brows) in the quiet creak of waves a cat floats rump scooped in base-to-base voluptuous cello mellow tones barley ripe and ticking shshshshsh says the sand black-hearted sassafras this elegant shore knots of dark & light her hair against its flank
(Docetaxel is a chemotherapy drug) a long puddle a dragon’s mercurial tail rippled scales in the hammock of a silver curb two sheens in matching curve and then athletic legs, cast thick and strong a sheath of skirt the shifting lavenders of reflective steel. one great kick titanium arcs measuring purple the drugs' metallic sweep … Continue reading Docetaxel Dream
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
I’ve never found a four-leaf clover yet to wave around as evidence of luck; that’s not to say I feel at all bereft. Still, in patches, my hopeful eyes gets stuck. When hairy clouds leave dandruff on clover it glitters – zirconia - but soft and round. The leaves bedazzle - dainty flakes all over … Continue reading Leaving Clover #Novelinee
Me & My Lid On some days in my Lockdown exercise hour the sun has poured its soothing ink quietly like warm milk between still trees and the roads have lain empty as snakeskin between closed houses. And even the birds seemed awed by the largeness of silence. But other days, the madding wind flips … Continue reading Lockdown Moods