the past of anyone is generally pointless it has already worked its magic. scars carved into our life’s skin digging up the family cat i loved at 7 – before i understood love would only reveal bones and rot and worms but when i cried on the stairs he would sit with me quietly a [...]
i am walking towards a street crossing, i feel it before it happens, without a beat dropped the signal changes to cross i’m in the flow. the start and stop of cars and my footsteps are aligned. all movement heralded by fates it is either this: feeling in the flow of waters or battling the [...]
we called it brand tag amidst the foundations of one of the classrooms a clay bank and giant concrete pillars, taller than all of us piled high, punching through the earth, holding the building up one would run and dodge the others would throw tennis balls the idea was not to get hit or to [...]
on my scooter chugging past the museum after a long long day the blue sky sinking to dark a moon of great omen, a silver giant, is rising over mt victoria majestic and pale people on the footpath slow their walking they point some stand still. in trance i spy a break in cars battle thru [...]
not even words come. they are gangly. they trip over themselves. shoes snagged in the legs of barstools i sit and imagine myself falling, strangers pulling legs out from under me. this is what a few years teaches you: keep your eyes peeled in all directions random cruelty comes more readily to most than random [...]
first connections become mythic i collect them like fairy tales you feel a story surfacing rising in spirals of aether the feeling of being written down on pristine paper the hum of a power generator. fated eyes locking. reaching out for a first kiss. a hand held in a hand. the chime of wine glasses. hunger in [...]
the ground in autumn a mix of clodded earth and grass stubbornly forcing it way through courageous blades surely grass would know it’s a losing battle come back in summer and start again; what good is evolution if it can’t tell you what battles are a waste of hope nature has its own internal conflicts [...]
words contain their own mystery meaning and dreams of meaning consider: believe a lie lovingly nestled in its midst holding its own undoing close be lie : be lie doubt and deception sprout with every belief and shining a light conjures shadows i believe and my doubt blooms it is a wild bush of thorned [...]
a rainy day the tussock by the roadside sags i sit in a cafe by the cinema slow music, the music is just waking up yawning and scratching itself to match the tempo of the moment strangers wander in few sit or stay all moving slowly somewhere shuffling their feet no rush / no rush [...]
“i have to take my stockings off” she said “so i can feel the sand on my feet” dark night a still night smudged city lights rolling over the water then she was skipping down the sand in a field of light cast from the promenade a perfect frame for the scene i looked at [...]