Soldiers (and not only you) they may lie before you die they may lie again when your speechless body is in earth's pouch the close, dark hug of it... your life given for a cause... not yours. Lies are the wounds in all our histories suppurating as tiny texts in little known museums or finding … Continue reading Truth
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
(A thank you to V) We walk & talk until she stops beside a flower to smell or gently touch. Or to trace patterns & colourations in bark (have you seen the hieroglyphs on a scribbly gum?) ** Sometimes beneath a gnarly tree she stands & ponders reading stories of historic kinship with indigenous people … Continue reading When I get home, I am singing.
Out of the Cave 