poetry

Rolling in.

The storm pushes up the valleyLike a lump in the throat Like sellotape fireLike sea chest cymbals Like dumping it’s burdenLike counting the dangerLike spell cast petrichor Like skid-sod blitz. I love a good thunderstorm. From the humbling immensity to the fear ( you’re just a little scared too, right?) to the sweet smell and […]

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poetry

Sacred seat.

Over gatherDis tressImo lationPool cessGarden seatFrench PressLion dandySummer dressPay attention AccessBless redemptionBlessBless

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poetry

Dinner on the lawn.

Evening magpiecreeps my wet lawn and (ignoring the idiom) spears a worm. I think my favourite bird of all is the plain old, black and white Australian magpie. Although on close inspection the black is some sort of psychedelic midnight-dark rainbow blue.The dawn chorus warble often runs counterpoint through my morning meditation. It sounds like […]

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