shaman (to the hunt)

the man who was the bull who was the snake sheds his skin then rises up new once more he wears the hide that was buffalo adjusts the mask and becomes the deer through the snout of wolf through the eyes of owl he knows this is the time through the feet of bear he … Continue reading shaman (to the hunt)

a spring smoke ring

it is still cold here surprising when the spring progression so often throws up glorious days of promising sun and glowing warmth the evidence is presented by a wattlebird ugly grey-speckled harridan of the garden red-cheeked raucous and discordant squawker of alleged birdsong raising its head from among the leaves of a flowering gum to … Continue reading a spring smoke ring

of lying still and colour

I used to ride each morning around the places I'd set my traps to collect a handful of scrawny bunnies I'd go out to check them before anyone else had risen I slipped a foot off the pedal one day when I was wearing thongs tore my toes on bitumen I turned the bike around … Continue reading of lying still and colour

those hours

it's the chill hours those darkness ones when the bed hasn't been enough and footsteps have led to the place on the porch where the stars are an expression as brittle as feeling those hours when a curl of smoke unravels while the goose-bumps rise into encroachment by a shiver from the surrounding silence no-one … Continue reading those hours

through passion (hey!)

the world was built from passion the dancers rose up out of the centre red-sheathed and entwined emerging smooth from the living orange to swirl around each other blended in motion ta-ra-ta-ta tara-ta-tata-ta-ta ta-ra-ta-ta he bent her backwards her hair fell low in it’s wake a forest ta-a-ra-ta-ta they kicked out together and where their … Continue reading through passion (hey!)