The places I go …

Wooloweyah 28.6.16 It is akin to a dream, this dense clump of trees unfolding before me, reaching sharply into the sky. As I walk through the forest under canopies of palms and eucalypts and a discord of screaming birds, my feet arrive at a bog. I'm at the lip of a lake I cannot reach for the … Continue reading The places I go …

Topography

She sits by the windowsill - window seat holding her shearing form. Fingers of sunlight splay across her back and she smells tuberose on the morning air as her body is swallowed by the full throat of summer.   Shifting her form to a gentle lean, she spies a framework of desire where the language of hummingbirds between … Continue reading Topography

lust: a follow up meditation

It is as though I have two heartbeats. This is how you make me feel. You give me fucking tachycardia, and then in a breath, my heart softens. I want you to lay with me; I want you to read to me. I want to read to you. Soak up Johnny Cash’s entire catalogue with … Continue reading lust: a follow up meditation