Poem~ one dreamy line & Paris Update

Before Poetry ~ Dear Friends , a quick update on GoFundMe campaign to get to Paris (from Australia) to study we are almost half way there!!! if you can see fit to join my adventure and help a little it would be appreciated and rewarded GREATLY! thanks in advance and thanks to all those who

Big Cat

I am a big cat my skin ripples with purr I prance peyote fields and flying goldfish grace my keen eye bursting fireworks am I swung in a circle of sun pushing solar plexus like earth padding kneading flexing contained and not contained sweeping in up out big cat curled in a green flecked iris

midnight raining

a devils harmony of transparent energy a torrent of cyclonic colours a heavenly ocean and the lyrics flow My mind is an amphitheatre ….the noise a crazed chomping……a toothy shouting a violent birthing and here I am becoming the fall…….? the swallows dance oh the fall! unambiguous and bold I AM released, compliant clever I

Some Mute Beast

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies number 8 Reaching again, stalking this thirst for who I am, we are splitting in parts, raw light leaking but blind and believing in sweet enduring allowing death public slaying guarded by pulsing spectre keen eye follows flickerings by bee or ant marching chaotic to unseen nothing but not

Unlocked Rivers

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies. This is number Seven. over dirty feathers sand pieces and falling sun o crystal creature this droplet of flesh his humbled form talk is small small talk tiny talk lording over billowed heart huge rising expansive breaking tidal pushing midnight reaping clouds kissing imaginary moon balloon in my chest

Your Famous Skin

The Eucalyptic matrix penetrates drawing forth with curling vapour a landscape a kaleidoscope, my gaze is locked and I am a rocket. Heaven palms my heart this angelic celebrity of colour, paved in golden birthing and now, this skin, that folds and cups our soles adorned with tiny birds and diamonds. My mouth widens and I

The Curling Things

  It is the curling things that encourage me to move the perfect symmetry the fibonacci of chaos that licks me on the inside and spurs me into action It is the hardness that looks soft and the elongation of rational thought I am bound to the unravelling of design I am clung and sticking

All That Is

  in my tiny mind my pin star brain my little bitty light box my carbon printing machine here on this grassy knoll I know my pencil is dirt and YES I am only bones and orange polka dots but I see an EPIPHANY There is no good or evil, left or right, up or down,

i am

  tiny pink flowers

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.