(PAD #57): rehearsing (in silence)

I am singingby myselfon fridayin a cafe in dandenong singing to myselfsilentlyis more the truth earbuds inmy mouth is closedthe songis in my head rehearsal can beanywhere practice can beanything on sundayI will open up sundaycomes the voice todayis friday coffeeearbuds inand a silent song I soundquite good ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified … Continue reading (PAD #57): rehearsing (in silence)

(PAD #056): apocola (2)

in the treeis the heartof the world I beatoutside it the day comesthat brings the night before I close my eyesI gazeon the green and I wonder what is beyond before I closemy eyesI wonder will the worldgo onand willthe world live onif I plantthe green one plantone treeone morepair of lungsto breathe will it … Continue reading (PAD #056): apocola (2)

(PAD #055): apocola (1) I see

I will be deadwhile you are still in our palliation knowI have loved youtoo well hardlyat all I have takeneverythingyouso willinggave me taken itas though it were mine alone everything as thoughmy own for me ... have I reallycaredfor you debatable I recallthat one time I planted a small treein the brown loam that was … Continue reading (PAD #055): apocola (1) I see

(PAD #054) ode (to my pen)

and I wonderwhat it isabout youthat I love is it the wayyou knowwhat I amthinking the expressionyou giveto each thoughtthoughI don't speak itout loud somehowsomehowyou catch each wavethat I am surfing on next thing I knowthere are wordsof mewritten plainupon the paper next thing I knowI am reading melike Iwas thinking mesuch a short momentago … Continue reading (PAD #054) ode (to my pen)

(PAD #053) unchanging in the waters (of the river)

a river runs I hear itwashing by I clingto a raftof myselfuponthat stream the river isunchangingbut the wateris not the same I am unchangingbutI wash myselfagain and I am freedofthe one I was freed of that old self the waters take meand I know that feelingwell put my headbelow the surfacebecausewho knowswhat I mightfind perhaps … Continue reading (PAD #053) unchanging in the waters (of the river)

(PAD #052) breathe the breath

the magnoliahas come outto play posiesen promenade to catch my eyefromway over there drag me hereto inhalea breathof spring to drinkambrosia air the magnoliahas come out I reach a handto touchits skin ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways? Subscribe to my … Continue reading (PAD #052) breathe the breath

(PAD #051) in a (middling) muddle

whatis this a knotto tie upthe sky a tangle of intentionssomehowall met in the middlein a muddle a fistto the stomach and a convulsionto turn outrain perhapsmaybeit will turn we could usesome rain ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways? Subscribe to … Continue reading (PAD #051) in a (middling) muddle

(PAD #050) wonder light

where comesthis light where comeswithin the heartof darkened night like starsspread outacross the sky this lightshonefor you and I lightand dark for us to wonder why ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways? Subscribe to my monthly Newsletter here

(PAD #049) believe in

there is a case to be madefor good a wordcouched as a termfor righteousness an idea of fitnessfor everything for everyone for anything declared soby the all-seer said once thensaid againandit is so there is a wordanother wordkitted in a suit of greyand known by the nameof evil a termaddressed to the worldas the ideaof … Continue reading (PAD #049) believe in

(PAD #048) not (craving magic)

Ido not cravemagic onlyI wishwith all my mind true beliefsinto truthin deed that is all wave the wandincantthe wordsI dance nakedchantingaround my fire let smokerisea message in each puff while Ichurn my wishes roundinside and waiting I am waiting whereand whenwill be a sign waitingdoubting as each hour goes by where when will be the … Continue reading (PAD #048) not (craving magic)