‘The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.’
Anais Nin
STAR FLIGHT
I remember, I remember The bright stars The dark night How we flew together Without fear Into the violet spaces between the stars Over the midnight blue mountains From one cluster of brightness to another To the end of [...]
ORIGAMI DISGUISES
He tells me the sickness in my lungs is sadness. “Sadness about what?” I ask. There are so many possibilities, but only one I do not want to name. He shakes his head and smiles, his eyes twinkling, as [...]
TANGLED BRANCHES
Tangled empty branches I clamber through Searching for some bud, some shoot, some blossom, Some opening into your secret hidden sap. Almost forgotten the spring, the summer of your bright green bounty: its precious fruit. I clamber carefully Not [...]
Wilding
When the beloved turns his face away and his sister gives you kind smiles. When you feel yourself slipping into loss and longing for what never could be. When you have paused for the day in a wilderness by [...]
She of the Green Bough
I. I am the golden light unfolding, holding the first seed of becoming. I am the green bough unraveled, the curves of flesh that blur Into the trunks of trees, and my hair Is tangled in the forest's weave. [...]
OF SCARLET TONGUES
If I were a poet, I would balance each word upon the many scarlet tongues of the bottle brush: suspended between sunlight and shade, and sipped by stripe-bellied honeyeaters with perfectly pointed beaks. If I were a poet, I [...]