this woman measured in tears stands oblique to the drumming when she bends her head those ears like waterfalls and shoulders calculating ache if ache could nestle, or if ache was some thing between blades chopped onion, or the stretched cord you don’t want cut, letting go the crying. Written for msjadeli's dVerse poetics prompt … Continue reading letting go
"Roses" by Anna Eliza Hardy cut from the waist a fallen petal measures the weight of shadows written for dVerse poetics - using the name of a rose in a poem or as a title. I chose the name "Absent Friends".
(i) a fruit bat orange fox garb with lightly clasped wings. in their black hug the emptiness of a missing teddy (ii) the gaunt man stoops into his groin ties his trackie cord the nothingness inside his winkless eyes somehow menacing (iii) a mural in rich purple gawps against concrete and graffiti’s untamed sprawl abandoned … Continue reading and i see the ibis
the feather duster flicks over a porcelain frog just like that brief moment every few seconds when I close my eyes. maybe I could’ve stopped and seen you better I watch the rooster, a black lump in the thick shade of the pear tree. he has a minimalist tail really just a single plume, you … Continue reading a cup of feathers
Like the red-gold and yellow trees I’m shucking leaves - my bones are bare to knife clean air Branches stiff, tall skeletons stark early the dark oaks still weeping winter creeping. Does a tree feel a loss of self - grief on a shelf for all to see like naked me? Written for MLMM's Lucky … Continue reading For Lost Pieces
Today as I ate my lunch I spoke to Mum. She told me about the distress of visiting their neighbour whose property was at the point where two big fires converged. She told me about all the dead wildlife - possums, roos, wombats and a wallaby barely able to hop who they couldn't help. … Continue reading The Onceler
Out of the Cave 