the problem of feeling ordinary

(I) the wind hustles in a mood for dancing leaves perform an etude quiet but technical I ask,"have you been practising?" (II) scrap of bark in sickled flight enjoys one moment as a lark’s wing before resuming flappishness the tickle of the grass on its scratched brown face (III) Once in a while the bogong … Continue reading the problem of feeling ordinary

And They Wrote the World

It is no lie that the scrunched fists and inexpert fingers which carved shapes respresenting language, wrought the shapes from privilege causing materials and education to come at a price beyond the common hut dweller. Secrets and power, bore out, stamped and sealed with gold kept for selected audiences. They took their blocks and then … Continue reading And They Wrote the World

Waiting Rooms

the smudge of time insouciant minutes like sentences missing punctuation the run or the muddle therein whittle time like a pencil tip watch grey curls fall littering white paper finger on pause I’m here until called a smudge of time insouciant minutes like sentences Written for dVerse Quadrille #130 include the word smudge

Letter to the Editor from Earth

you have the Darwin awards that you wily survivors may feel better about yourselves clothed like irony in the intelligence of your decisions. oh sad species unclip yourself from false reflections and wash, nay scrub, clean my air of your putrid carbon abuse. run your tea strainers through my oceans like lice combs through the … Continue reading Letter to the Editor from Earth

Stopping at the Incense Storing Temple

A shooting star doesn’t plan its trajectory anymore than us through infinity’s fathomless maw. I’ll walk a while in the desert, feel the horizon escaping me and absorb honestly the resounding gong of my humility as sand cries small streams into the holes left by my heels. At night, under the cooling gaze of a … Continue reading Stopping at the Incense Storing Temple