Riding the Slipstream

    A rudimentary craft this dragon made of dreams powered by liquid hope and clever fools. Kissing the clouds in a teenage fumble, sporadic tufts of air sticking to its wings…. There is a trembling sort of certainty here a nebulous offering to the gods of the sky to the eagle me that soars below,

I AM The Wind

I tip my jungle canopy to you. Be ready for I will steal a kiss and relish it I am the breezy traveller my carpet bag bulges and quivers with jungle secrets, monkey wishes and one billion years of joy a mien of love a miasma of pain I am the wind an imaginary man travelling and

Ever Spreading Feathers

  ruffling my samson my delilah tickling my eros my aphrodite i flew i flew over shingle slate and thatch ever spreading feathers flexing on the wind catching moonlight and rainbow prisms snaking trails of sun I the colour of warm flesh I the smell of bread I the taste of sea manifesting me  

Delicate Glass

    fine water a lucid glass a delicate touch scented crystal one tear one diamond perfume curl of clear lavender and sheer, soft, in my hand sweet mound of shining tiny boulders lucid ……….pure lu m i n o u s sand    

Diamond Seeds

    swirling silver spells of melting strength and dulcet colours I am embraced ichorous Icarus mellifluent serous, my heart is liquid a syrup ink the sun is my face and with squeezing ORANGE air thick and free i am kissed! Translucent diamond seeds FLYING IN to populate this soul I am CHEST FIRST to

Blue

  An allegro of angel breath at midnight, a tall door in Morocco opening, h i s eyes and dragonflies…. The mosque of Istanbul, silently moving glaciers in another world. And the ribbon that folds in stretches of silken tongue from spirit mouth to land, an elegant progression…. a cantata of promise…. a jelly bean of surprise!

Talk of Dragons

  There is talk of dragons everywhere, flocking through the sky’s of yesteryear and now their tails flash serpentine, flickering sapphire gliders… these dragons set in stone following notes they are music, made in Indian trees of China paper billowing with shine, fecund with intergalactic knowledge! Dragon rainbows, kissing ocre and wallowing in bottomless green, firing

Alice Knew

  The microcosmos is alive! Alice knew….. one thought led UP and another d o w n we can travel the heliosphere looking for god or we can turn inward and over like a leaf and find it in the cell of the heart or the atom of thought….. The sun is a ray of