red feather flowers

fixer you broke something I crawl in the ceiling over here under there in the dark night under the new moon this church is in disrepair there is dust on my fingers and in my hair my heart it must be here somewhere… I slide across the silver line along the dark wood walls a

Listen

  Ants feet purr over fleeting mapless skin   Ear pressed deep, cheek-plain to grass a salty paradise   Caves of echoing clay dirt melting into creases   Moulding delicious thoughts in dark, muddy hands  

I AM Change- 30 Day Change Challenge

                Hello there, Just interrupting normal erratic poetry postings to let you know about something pretty darn cool but only IF you are in the mood for some…… conscious life affirming permanent CHANGE! Sometimes when we are on a conscious journey of self-discovery we hit a kind of

Free the Beast

  This strange stretching heart again! fluttering squirming scratching clawing slicing scraping and biting a flavoursome feverish creature flushed and high boring its way through hot rivers layed out like a woman adorned with apples flesh split and oozing it’s toes make circles in satin sand and swirls of colour ascend…. star bound….. birds turn their