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talking to the dead

he said it is quite simple but really pay attention and was speaking very quickly as the dream was the length of the road which was only the height of the mountain and at the speed at which …

WhatsApp Image 2017-04-29 at 20.38.34

talking to the dead

he said it is quite simple but really pay attention and was speaking very quickly as the dream was the length of the road which was only the height of the mountain and at the speed at which …

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i want to taste the change wind

some days it’s a long walk to remembering, (berg wind breath down my neck), slow to start the journey when i’ve forgotten that we forget. somewhere beyond the desert a butterfly …

earthbound

earthbound

it was raven who stirred the sky this morning arcing dark wings in a far away sky as i walked up the hill tasting the road with my feet.

rain dance

rain dance

there is electric in the air i taste it on my tongue wet my finger to test the wind breathless – i wait run cool hands across the sky calling under my feet mycelium are threading towards the …

classroom

classroom

standard five toes numb with cold in school shoes all the same crossed at the ankles long pants for boys, gangly stockinged legs for girls under rows of desks metal frames wooden tops carved with f…

classroom

classroom

standard five toes numb with cold in school shoes all the same crossed at the ankles long pants for boys, gangly stockinged legs for girls under rows of desks metal frames wooden tops carved with f…

almost time to plant the seeds

almost time to plant the seeds

over read and stuffed fuzz full with headlines and bylines transferred and absorbed in so many megabits of inconsequential per second i come to walk the sun-warmed dew. hoping my feet will remember…

so we put her back on the bus for the second term of her second year.

so we put her back on the bus for the second term of her second year.

i imagine the sky a little bluer when you’re here, hills a little greener lakes so much more ablaze in morning light – and i smile with the house smug on its spindly legs sighing at her…

drinking the sky

drinking the sky

i nearly forgot up there on the hill wind blustered and sun drunk on mist breath and endless ocean, nearly forgot my solidity of bone and lack of wing. nearly remembered flight.

first utterance

first utterance

if the world is created by our breath by the words we speak, then it was the moon that made me this morning first light waning soft amongst the trees speaking me into the world. if the world is mad…

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a rose

1.guardians of gateways and sleeping beauties sacred to the goddess and hungry goats. 2.in spring we dry the petals gather bowlfuls spread a purple sea on cloths in the sun – october smells like ro…

in response to “tips to look after your husband.”  home economics text book 1950 something.

in response to “tips to look after your husband.” home economics text book 1950 something.

it never mattered what it said in those books. it never mattered that we moved on, that we tore out those pages, blacked the ink, burned them, reprinted cleansed on new paper from new trees …

enough

enough

before the sun lights the last leaf, before autumn blue fades to a night thick with stars, before the dove has called evening clear from the telephone wire, before the geranium has closed petal by …

constellation

constellation

across distance a thousand kilometers maybe more between us across the vast plains of night crossing endless roads vein blue by starlight i feel it. passing termite mounds and small towns that buzz…

resilience  where did hope live all these years, quiet as moth wings needing nothing more than the existence of your flame. it is a quickening pulse that unfolds soft wings readies them for flight calls me onwards through the night.

resilience

where did hope live all these years, quiet as moth wings needing nothing more than the existence of your flame. it is a quickening pulse that unfolds soft wings readies them for flight calls…