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My father is here to entice art from the sky, his instrument of choice, a sort of…. musical obscurity, an ancient silver rising of voices and tide. He swings a racket to capture dreams, and earths them ….. like lightening, crackling leaves and soup. He is a lover of marmalade bitter and orange and his smile you askContinue reading “Crackling Leaves and Soup”
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 aContinue reading “Sweet Me”
My father’s teaching house was a wonderful, leaning thing, thick with toxic fumes and creativity. My school next door, however, an imposing beast. A glutton for unhappy children and alcoholic ladies, with red front teeth and spanking on their minds… After school dust followed me everywhere, sticking like an Australian summer. My mind already in Dad’s art-house,Continue reading “Cider and Stars”
Feet and art make I (n) den tati on the earth the heart is large and deep thinking the hull, buoyant and safe the smile sometimes steel sometimes butter squeezes in between words like itatoron do flying fish have feathers ? Owls tell me father’s secret his love is not hollow noise but like airContinue reading “Sand and Feathers”
Push dangle wringle wrangle Fiddle squish make a wish……………….. Little joker great Heyokah something more than mediocre. Come here, go away walk slower, run faster fuck you zen master! 101 ways to trust you love you thankyou Find it in the dictionary under ’Rufus round and round.’ Sylvester’s magic pebble his Father finally found His motherContinue reading “Something More Than Mediocre”