Where We Fly Each time he thrusts into me Is one fan of the fire easy to say, one action, one stroke, one fan but how to measure the impact, the inten...
Jealousy So I’ve turned to pen and paper now, my only recluse. If I don't release here and now I swear I will implode into a vicious black hole an...
Melody A song sung together A shared ride atop a melody Jolting bodies syncing, striking with the beat Might mark the birth of a friendship To b...
Pride Swallow your pride, apologise. Take a breath before you mutter each word use them sparingly and accurately as if you had an unknown, fini...
The House The souls still wandered in the house as the bodies went away. What more profound remnants can there be than the remnants of an empty hou...
Bay of Fires Where does time escape to Here we are, in the Bay of Fires. Even amidst the chill and frosts of Tasmanian winter I find myself soothed an...
Blazing Grace Shots fired, the personal clock ticks by insults pulled from the archive slapped down with no decency, no why flouting unspoken agreement...
Pachamama Magnificent existence, origin unknown Mother of mine, Mother of all Pachamama, nourish our bones We used to kneel unto the shawl We used ...
