Cider and Stars

My father’s teaching house was a wonderful, leaning thing, thick with toxic fumes and creativity. My school next door, however, an imposing beast. A glutton for unhappy children and alcoholic ladies, with red front teeth and spanking on their minds… After school dust followed me everywhere, sticking like an Australian summer. My mind already in Dad’s art-house,Continue reading “Cider and Stars”

Under The Sea

    I think we live under water, suspended in muffled moisture, hanging like invisible tears. I think we envy the octopus, her eight intelligent arms and the seahorse his marvellous paternity! I think we live here, in life’s womb, swaying, swimming endlessly toward angel fish, waiting for the undercurrent to touch us, our nakedContinue reading “Under The Sea”

Counting Bee’s

  Clover is my blanket, my green velvet picnic…. cool on my body, the sun is high, the lighting lush on this infinite musical…. this supreme merging…. I AM all that is, spinning through the colour wheel! THIS is my waterfall, my rainbow, my abstract, figurative, contemporary, enthused with optimism! Bee’s are multiplying, my glass is full.    

The Missionary

  The skeptic, exiled early to a Willow tree. And now silver scales are held aloft, a lopsided trophy, sinking under dark art and muddy-bellied fear. Trembling psalms are heavy on liver and shoulders. He is crumpled under stone, glazed in grave confusion, dictating, amplifying, distance between, blood                      and        Continue reading “The Missionary”

Grandma’s Sugar Days

  I am a whirling in a yellow dress, outstretched on whimsy breeze, curious feet dangle in mahogany drawers, lost in big hats and shoes, dreaming of a tall lady with red lips and a confident arse. High notes flutter through my gold ribbed fabric, I am singing the wise lines and long leaping smiles. MyContinue reading “Grandma’s Sugar Days”

Dinner For Two

  Through the window, an enigmatic shine powders the night, a golden invitation . How can peeping Tom resist ? Olive delivers her riches from harbour to pan, spreading herself, in heated waves . Teaspoon scoops thick, dusty love, a skin-coloured storm and more, cumin, coriander seed, turmeric, ginger… . Onion performs a spicy show then, crispContinue reading “Dinner For Two”

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