Season of immolation guts & bones ribs seared to white sun-glare, heat-dash pebbles’ broken-tooth chatter underfoot, a rolled ferry carcass, & bridges that span simmering air. Water runs, they say to some finish line taking life with it. From rock to rock we mark the passing - rivers as graveyards - such fundamental deaths. Written … Continue reading Water Runs
Playlists for the Apocalypse
it’s not mathematics I’m just offering dry instant noodle crumbs to the sun and laughing at how the stainless steel slippery slide blinds the photographer just before her shot The roos know that summer is twitchier than fly wings and that light so whistle spit clean heats the neck quick as ember juice At my … Continue reading Playlists for the Apocalypse
A small black feather floated cresting a hill of warmth landmarking invisible currents Soft pelted, mammal night - & evening birds whistle the moon to rise, remind Lorca’s stars that the frogs are missing them. Between Dvorak’s movements a sudden spate of coughing. Spring pollens pervade theatre noses. The dogs are in voice between curtains … Continue reading December Cadralor
This is what I remember: forty degrees and a Halloween glow at 6pm; we took our children up Mt Ainslie to see a city under siege - the sewer brown smoke bloodying the sun. The lake dread gold, Tolkien's Smaug unleashed summer ashes raining Written for dVerse's Monday Quadrille "Ash"
deep ocean eye-tonic green the sip of mandibles lilly leaf cups dew paused a transparent dawn song of summer every vein supposes goodness forgiveness wave’s caress swish of coast a beetle’s wing Written for Miz Quickly - August 20. Used one photo (below) and two words: good & coast You will have to excuse my … Continue reading Summer Dawn
such a summer ripe with wetting fattened fruits primed for netting I saw the moon had grown mouldy dully grey and rumpled oldly cockies shrieking raucous, shocking days aprick with grass seeds, socking humid shroud of air that holds me ropes of rain plunging boldly pinned and damp as limping moth ‘neath the sky, its … Continue reading Looking Back
I cannot forget your steely-white glare; the too-hot press of you against my skin. My body contracted until cracks appeared. Plants wilted, waterholes sucked in and my body fissured abandoned to exuberant wind and the angry roar of carbon-crazed dragons. The smoke rolled over us all like hell's too-slow envoy. Before it, a syndicate of … Continue reading Australia’s Summer