who is she? face like mine but aged in a tiny sudden way surprising as a pond - murky water turned mother of pearl a dance-floor for the sky time is a galaxy pinpointed and vast I find security counting frost hairs around a leaf; photographing rain drops in the puddles the trees swing deep … Continue reading reflections
If one could choose a muse, wouldn’t human nature choose Tiddalik*, that greedy frog sucking all water (giver of life) to himself? Creativity is a gluttonous thing, always wanting feeding... This is what I have become - embittered like a dandelion head, seeds blown off in wind or child’s fancy. Brown and frayed and shucked … Continue reading On Muses
arriving here I stand awed at rows of violins the smells of timber and rosin and a young grandfather in a cardigan with horsehair on his workbench he handles your cello familiarly and sends us for a walk "the light might be good" he says and we head "to the end of the road" where … Continue reading How it was…
my grandmother drank her coffee black her eyelids closed to the morning's glare and the impossible barrage of birdsong on her deck you were among the branches and the flitting and the shards of mosaic sky rosellas in red profusion screeched, begging for seeds perhaps, or just yelling about the next train to Central as … Continue reading It’s what you can’t see…
the Romans feathered helmets erect learned the sterility of war their Empire's wondrous landmarks became punctuation in history's soil their roads crossed continents in massive webs their confidence still glimmers in ancient armour and upturned pillars but now, we're in dress-rehearsal writing history our age split asunder by tablets lit with green-glowing back-turned candles - … Continue reading Different Century, Same…?
Sleeping in great, deep holes fallen like leaf litter to decay and mulch and then to rise again in a breeze's brief clarity a grass blade the soft sweet scythe of spring undigging itself an arm above terror a sheath for hope broken, bruised but almost human in mortality's thick soil black as sleeping
the frost and the sun joined by the finest silken mist an early morning wedding melted into Earth by noon a greater hunger answered such selfless unions
I am a vast map: nerves, neurons muscles, cells humming with improper contrivance my shipping routes shimmer with pumped poison; destinations crumble, breaking free of shore I sift downwards a glacier shucking pieces in sudden wailing acknowledgement of ecosystems derailed shared with Earthweal Open Weekend #74
You were there. Like the cherry tree bare and new, tucked in with love and me, cluttered as birdsong, showing you everything wonderful before your eyes had cleared ** one direction it's black and white the blue gum and the sulo bin carved out of street light like midnight statues behind me the house glows … Continue reading Everything Wonderful
Step outside and smell the cold a sugary pendant in each nostril... and the billion stars like ice pins in a liquorice sky. Breathe the silence and enjoy its brittle velvet, just in case tomorrow all is unzipped and showy shards swift as starlings unsettle what you know
