stand gently here, my friend breathe listen after the storm two bottles, half empty produce a haunting song making harmonies like telephones lines tinselled with dripping light they're not entwined like lover trees but see them bathe taking on evening and sky's renaissance purple Written for Mish's dVerse Quadrille #142 (include the word tinsel)
Nights out began with the drive into city lights, the transverse cables of ANZAC Bridge - your crystal scorpion swinging rainbows across your cheek bone our mascara still in tact. We didn't drink each for different reasons but we danced like nobody watched us just to prove we could. Those heady techno beats, raucous lights … Continue reading Techno Nights
WARP Words piled up against walls, or words toppling under cubicle doors flat-packed words in fax machines, sifted through telephones, lined up in emails or upright in train queues with rucksacks and smiles. Open wounds - flesh and muscle words bubbling hearts and glowing cauldrons; words undid them, words unhid them, spilling beauty and bandages, … Continue reading WORDS
Out of the Cave 