jardin d’amour

my garden of love sown I am woven of grace the old world is falling now moving us closer fuelled and feeling I know nothing without you I am unstable flow insecure uncontainable flooded by your tidal eyes contain me mon amour I am your cascade pouring into life created for you together we shall

transparent mountains

buoyant with whales turning circles wide fluent in water and joyous enraptured I suck oceanic pleasures through the portals of my eyes glossy blue merging with the dirt there fertile beautiful and yet a halo of hazy instinct clings like a barnacle to freedom my curly shell tight and dark and leaning toward the echo

Shy Faerie

She meets me in this forest gully here where mist becomes people amongst the rustling leaves and glinting surfaces reflect and lead I feel the crystal witness my body sighs dropping fully into water smoothing darkened edges and collecting the falling notes of nature Shy Faerie to see more of my art

now my feet

now my feet full of pending dance

that single thought

sucked towards a sapphire of absorption I heard the click or felt it or knew it or smelt it.. a satisfying sound and then the old gates swinging slowly in the dark upon a perfumed sea but it is a long way down and who knows what is over there I didn’t go and so

love-mad bees

I am pit deep in circulating fire an insignificant tenant in a cave of rouge hum I am riding my snake made of love-mad bees a surging silver ringlet of waving infintisum singular small glowing and pouring working against gravity like perfectly fresh overflowing salmon http://www.arnabaartz.com.au

Sun Perfume

If you don’t think this life is tortuously beautiful then you’re not really here To make your body smell like sunshine one cup of pure soap flakes a palm sized sensation of baby skin a breath of flawless thought a tongue of deep cave water a fold of pure truth a shiver of invisible touch

Pablo Says

” Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour. Loving is a clash of lightning bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.’ Neruda I swoon and arch my neck reaching for his nektar Loving is a journey of the heroes kind epiphany

Prose Poultice

hot rocks and books soothe me their awareness somewhat circular contained and expansive felting through my skin this fragrant prose poultice warming my naked heart flicking fingertips page by raw page  peeling back  textured and curly earthy and aromatic dust and water new and old like paperbark  the stories imagine my bare ocre overwhelmed with spearheaded life force  splicing the

today it’s about bees

or is it about poison? poisonous mad making arsenic accumulation asylum seeking loopy lou discombobulation? is it about misfiration and never repletion is it about my own….wanton disregardiosion….. a bred terror of heavy metal intoxicablation a hive in my mind my mind in the hive please! and they came to me a three bee formation