Symphony of Extinction

She shows you her pain When all you can do is lean into the dry, empty, wind and complain While she extracts your energy and flattens it across the land With a rasping, angry growl…you hear her roar in the dead of night Coming at you, and a small dogs bark is but a faint … Continue reading

Natural Impression

  Nature’s hand paints tranquility boldy with rigour and wildness insects create the gentle ripples the breeze a delicate shiver sunlight drills through glazing the canvas with a delicate light offering shadows a stage such stillness in subtle movement a Monet impression alive and real each stroke by the hand of a world left free … Continue reading

Prologue to an Epilogue: Mother

        Prologue to an Epilogue Centuries ago there was a lesson we failed to learn When we seared our white privilege down a barrel Into the hearts of the original custodians of our lands   Fear deafened our ears Greed filled our hearts While power kept them pumping   We came to … Continue reading

Just She

No divine God is she Nor gospel or ruler Only a smile from the heart when a smile is needed A root in the tree of knowledge with branches that reach out to all The sparkle in crystal clear water that gives us life A deep breath of air to calm us The land that … Continue reading

Onion Code

  Onion Code   Rejection sticks A wound fixed in the heart Never forgotten As he stuffs groceries in a bag He doesn’t think about rejection and Where it got him He is here now He won’t say anything about the free onion…it’s our secret Nor will he describe the layers of odourless hell that … Continue reading

Goat Herders

Two redheads selling white male privilege bestsellers in the United States and Oz hitting number one toiling hatred orators of propaganda and loathing pinning their fear on the lapels of the vulnerable bit like yellow stars of old patches of fabric with no starry night beauty no promise of kindness on the mistral just bitter … Continue reading

Soundtracks on a Road Trip

I was the screaming current of Baffle Creek heading toward the sea. Feeling the rain, feeling the headwind and the dizzy illusions of adventure. Like there was nothing and no one, except me, the world and the white lines. Snaking the wind with one hand and finding direction with the other. Counting crows and the … Continue reading

When the World Got the Mumps

  Once upon a time there lived a lump, Not a rump, nor a bump just any angry little lump He didn’t like the other lumps He did not like them, not one little bit They made him splutter, they made him spit He screamed, “they shouldn’t live in clumps! They should be like us … Continue reading

This is Not a Love Song Yet

  A smidgen of a full moon cushioned in clouds feeling your smile curl me up into a love song stuck in a glass bottle world glowing with humid lamplight I see life like an old movie screen cracking through louvres laughter over the wafting of steak cooking on coals in the glasshouse of immediacy, … Continue reading