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poem #1

poem #1

Last night I crept outsideinto the darkness of the backyardand lay still for a while.Breathing just breathing.I whisper into the soul of the earth,and I listen, and I hear,and we commune together so insistently, consistently, assuredly,that I began laughing, and the...
medicine bag

medicine bag

When I was 16, my mum gave me a small medicine bag to hang around my neck. I was living away at boarding school and going through what I called a “grey time” ~ weeks when it felt like grey, heavy rainclouds had covered the sky inside me.Inside the medicine...
brisbane dreaming

brisbane dreaming

MomentsFlying again. For the too-manyeth time this month. As we leave, I ask for my troubles and worries to be left behind, to be dissolved into the earth. I don’t wish to become one of those tired travellers who close the shutters down over the plane windows...