Lions and Rockets

    There is noise in this house, my mind extreme roaring like lions and rockets it brandishes its false bravado across the valley and loses me branch to branch like a monkey the external being is neatly fooled by stimulants, touch and wine by a bouncing, noisy love that travels, wrapped in blankets huddled

Beautiful Disorder

  when my feet touch down and dust in armfuls spread like orange sunset when heat permeates my bones forcing my chin up and spine to spark and spin when my tongue alights on pepper and my neck twists to engage when my heart breaks free to meet the wind when my words match the angels

The Artist’s Model

  a flower on her shoulder in black and in white, her soul twines beneath sun magnified… There are birds in a circle that swoop to a call from deep in the loop surpassing it all… The conscious sky beats to time engaged in a frenzy of sweet inner chime on the stage…. Pools of

Falling Open

    A question spreads in me, turning keys and slipping locks. Molten steel whips my spirit in long lines of burning rush. Inexplicably it rivers lava through my obstinate reality sliding bolts and throwing open doors. Sashes hit the walls and sprays of light enter me like water to the floor falling in thick crystal

Incognito

    listen to the glisten at the edges of the mouth with a tip of the hat spy the twist of the lips and the words on the tongue note the warmth in the wet slide the lines on the page turn the corners of the look on the side of the eye and a glance

Colours Of Woman

Hello Friends! I would love to invite YOU ALL to the release of my online exhibition  COLOURS OF WOMAN I hope you can pop through on the link above and join us for a little bit of fine art. Please remember to leave your thoughts on the guestbook page,  as an artist striving to better my technique

Sweet-Skin Child

    I offer my cup to you, sip sip sweet-skin child woman not quite. I stroke your mind with words, encouraging in their colour. Your hopeful eyes hardly blink. Your body tips forward floating flowers fill your ears, l o v e yourself l o v e yourself l o v e yourself My

Sweet Me

    Finding the sweet me is a forever journey a soul trip to inner space amongst the mist worlds that exist ed before I could think When my heart was  jupiter and you my mother my father my feathered gods that swung me left and right up up missing the fan blades instilling a

Green Shoots Unseen

  AH such keen thrill to this cold, this ice in my bones I run through the house naked a flying queen in snow cloak to stand skin first pressed against fire I squeal with life biting it sucks me closer…. Like old love yesterday moments that should remain buried but are not quite dead and

The Wasp The Rose

  The wasp penetrates and the rose too I press my face into this life and on fluttering petals they find my portal they sting and sing in glorious waves of mystery, the rose the wasp and propel a gyroscopic spin on my ribbons my universe they travel I am space and these intoxicants are journeying through