[there’s a little bit of strong language in this one]
‘She’s here,’ Pete says. ‘Can you come?’ Continue reading
poetry
Samsara on a windy day (Lake Illawarra 34.54°S, 150.85°E)
Wind blasted sedges won’t lie down –
dried out reeds still have a trick or two.
Casuarinas in a thousand scaly fingered lines
voice the roaring all around. Continue reading
Cry woman workshop
Here’s where you’ll stand,
at the head and the feet. Continue reading
Sonnet
Caught in the flux, memories shift again — each turns
an unmade bed. Words rearrange, meanings undone.
Missing you already (Pelecanus conspicillatus)
Sunday afternoon, Hill 60 Port Kembla (34.49°S, 150.91°E)
apple juice box. Summer will fade the dyes
on the plump blush and golden circle. And (eventually)
the single-use plastic straw will glaze and crack
back into long-chain polymers and molecular dust.
Villanelle for the New Economy
Seems some people dig it, some live in fear.
Robo-called workers told get out of there.
Who’s in the shadows in back of it all? There’s no-one here.
Time: Yasmine’s heart (33.873°N, 5.540°W)
[this looks better on my site]
…is strong, so you must be strong to love her.
Many have tried but none lie as deep, as straight Continue reading
Time (Chellah, Morocco 34.006° N, 6.821° W)
The Romans built on the ruins of the Phoenicians, Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 