ride day

a saddle on the sun and let’s go ride the sky black above and blue below yee-ha yee-ha yee-ha bridle in your hands stirrup hold your legs cowboy put your hat on you better put your hat on now and ride we’ll ride right across the sky ride in a saddle on a star we’ll … Continue reading ride day

conundrum

Poem #25 from a series of meditations: the Pilgrim Back to the Pilgrim – Introduction honesty is like a currency pilgrim it will buy you entry to places otherwise barred no matter the coinage offered the pain that comes when you are rebuffed is the shock of the unexpected for what honest person would anticipate … Continue reading conundrum

free (for a little while)

and in a little while a little while the sun has cleared the edge and fluff of concealing clouds that billow bluff and blow around the sky as though possessors license checkers or taxing agents placing a tariff on the sunlight and enforcing rations for such is the mentality of the colour grey in the … Continue reading free (for a little while)

book launch

it's a strange feeling at once the sense of welcome home while in the same air acute dislocation to be asked to read from my new collection to an invited audience undoubtedly an honour to stand before the room hushed to listen to my voice is a focus for nervous energy to receive accolades acknowledging … Continue reading book launch

becoming (Bella Bear)

I once made a little bear cut the fur against a pattern material tufts straying hair bulbous outlines I failed to recognize inside out and each edge against another edging little pins and little pins inverted and enjoined by the detail of close stitching stray pieces of random fluff coalesced reversed then filled to make … Continue reading becoming (Bella Bear)

‘coo’ into the wind

Poem #23 from a series of meditations: the Pilgrim Back to the Pilgrim – Introduction the pigeon sings a constant cooing song while it raises nestlings the two birds share their duties devoted to the task but there comes a time when their attention turns and they begin again what then for the nestlings pilgrim … Continue reading ‘coo’ into the wind

The way in which Barbara can be likened to a particular kind of goat.

Ah now, that’s Barbara. Barbara is a bit of a story. You see, we’ve all been raised on the stories about Alpaca’s as flock guardians, but they have their limitations. If the dog pack has a bit of kelpie, or collie in their blood, they’ll keep circling and rounding the mob for hours. The alpacas … Continue reading The way in which Barbara can be likened to a particular kind of goat.