The experiencer

I am the experiencer necromancer too wizard of the sky my feet are curved like moons I taste the surface of this earth or my imagination portaling through dissolution death seated in soft blooms innocent flying inside spread eagled in my sphere following the crows on course to blue star heart music a snaky illumination

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

Colours Of Woman

Hello Friends! I would love to invite YOU ALL to the release of my online exhibition  COLOURS OF WOMAN I hope you can pop through on the link above and join us for a little bit of fine art. Please remember to leave your thoughts on the guestbook page,  as an artist striving to better my technique

Nightingale Rapture

    She of female colour works a cherry path tripping rainbow wind and flaunting a song, the nightingale rapture… A bountiful traveller, her bowl swimming, a vagrant obstreperous kite. This leonine hue, this invigorated sunrise, she is yolk. Woman spills from her delicate fingers, impolite yet forgiven as it falls. She of 1000 clouds and velvet womb, a

I AM Grateful For My Breath

    I breathe the coloured air cool like Autumn morning teaspoon in a cup.   A touching clear precision the dawn brings with it, a focus, an esteem of something new; like Womanness.   ‘Womanness,’ he said, just a word, a new word, or more… a strange word, a strange man, but real maybe…..

Stealing People?

  To ‘steal another woman’s man’… The phrase is old and unreliable it reeks of guilty blame and shying away from responsibility.   Stealing; a concept seen cleanly when speaking of chocolate and cheap jewellry. Woman; a word associated with shame.   The guilty party is not the stolen nor the thief but the water

From Man To Woman

From Man to Woman                                                 Arna Baartz *2006   Beautiful and kind heart open wide like womb or time, soft edges undefined. Man is here wants to be loved we see…..to exist is all. Making the rough the tough spearhead, the phallic reaching, mother womb fertile fields a sad man’s tomb. A question soft and true;