Who sits on this cushion?The weightIs light.
The poetry of radishes.
So, what’s my all-time favourite poem? I have many favourite poets. Garry Snyder, Mary Oliver, Rumi. Many more. I like poets who abandon the rules of poetry. Here is the performance poet (or spoken word artist as he calls himself) Buddy Wakefield in action. He shows us the electric power of poetry brought to life:…
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…
Beneath icing-sugar stars,The helicopters bladesWhip my dream. Our local hospital has a retrieval helicopter that often flies low over our house during the night. Occasionally so low that it shakes the windows and shudders the walls. Back when I was working in the emergency department it would often wake me just before dawn to the…