Lotus Gurgling sounds woke me — (perhaps I needed to pee?) — the sink had filled with water abundant enough to spill out onto the floor and flow in a sacred stream under the bathroom door. In this lucid dream within a dream I rose from your father’s bed and followed the trail to you, my son, a lotus blooming …
Stop
Let’s leave everything be. Let’s just stop fixing. Perhaps if we let everyone settle clarity will be revealed. Today I entered the cathedral of the bush— sought permission to walk the land; felt it granted. Was buoyed by a chorus of cicadas ulullating their adulation to the Gaia of this world. (On Facebook a slowed down recording of cicadas— Oh …
Two Poems (and an interview!) published in Tincture Journal
I’ve had two poems published in the wonderful Tincture Journal – ‘Epistle to my Paedophile’ and ‘Dear Ottla’. You can read the first of these below, but if you want to read the second (which is a found poem sourced from the letters of Franz Kakfa), you’ll have to buy a Tincture. Tincture is a quarterly e-book of fine writing …
a Christmas passing
a Christmas passing travelling home on Christmas Day full hearts and bellies straining bush teeming on either side of this glistening snake of humanity from the front seat a few sighs and then the benevolent curtain of rain parts to let Great Uncle Tommy pass through *On Christmas Day last year my great Uncle Tommy passed away …
The Indomitable Spirit of the Film Maker: Michele Seminara reviews ‘Symphony of Strange Waters’ & ‘Don’t Bury My Heart’
Last year I had the honour of attending a film screening by friend, human rights activist and documentary filmmaker Saba Vasefi. Here’s a review I wrote of the evening, and the films – which deal with the important issues of the refugee experience, and the death penalty as it applies to children in Iran.
Emily
It’s Emily Dickinson’s birthday. Here’s a poem I wrote about her, ‘found’ from within her own brilliant creations. Emily When I was a little girl They shut me up in prose Because I dealt my pretty words Like treason to my foes. A loaded gun – they called me – And carried me away And locked me in the closet …
Everything
Everything Everything’s so full of lasts, quivering, on the brink. Time thrusts forward. The body vehicle will not cease decaying, children growing ever distant, the umbilicus unraveling to unbearable lengths as we circumvent this world. Pause pause pause! People pass by in a slurry of incessant transformation. Surely there must be a limit? (There is not.) Death, inbuilt in those …
‘Ms Suburbia’ published in Salon Style
I have had a poem, Ms Suburbia, published in Salon Style: Fiction, Poetry & Art. Edited by Brian Centrone, Salon Style is an e-book of work by writers, poets, and artists, in diverse genres such as Gothic/Horror, Sci-Fi, Women’s Lit, and Americana. It really is a very eclectic mix of voices, and I’m proud to have been included. The book, which …
A Halloween Poem by Moonlight
My spooky little Halloween Poem by Moonlight has been picked up by the fabulous Blue Hour Magazine to be part of their latest print anthology. It really is a beauty, with so much fine poetry, prose, and artwork to explore. Please consider buying one, and have a spooky Halloween! A Halloween Poem by Moonlight I want my poems to disturb you …
Engraft
I recently had a poem published in Upstart: A Journal of English Renaissance Studies, as part of their Out Of Sequence: The Sonnet’s Remixed project. Editor D.Gilson says of the project that ‘I was most interested in editing this collection as a way of exploring how in a specific moment — today, the second decade of the twenty-first century — …