Fire for our belly Smoke for our breath Ash for our heart Great burning subtraction Wild loss combustion machine Coming Coming Eating it up And finally in sordid stillness in abject silence gifting us this collodion-black negative of all we had. — Ian Miller Featured image: @ryno_thecaptain Continue reading burning lesson
In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,coming back to this life from the othermore secret, moveable and frighteningly honest worldwhere everything began,there is a small opening into the new daywhich closes the moment you begin your plans.What you can plan is too small for you to live.What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enoughfor the vitality hidden in your sleep.To be … Continue reading What to Remember When Waking
Happy birthday to my dad today! Love you. And a hat tip to Phil for this poem: The story that could be true. If you were exchanged in the cradle and your real mother died without ever telling the story then no one knows your name, and somewhere in the world your father is lost and needs you but you are far away. He can … Continue reading The story that could be true
For me, the biggest problem trying to live my life in the momentis that I always seem to turn up for it 20 minutes early. Continue reading In the moment.
The American poet Mary Jane Oliver died on January 18, 2019. She was 83 years old.And now the world needs another poet. At least. When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg … Continue reading When Death Comes
In the burn of the afternoon Homeward bound after 3 weeks out. Before Christmas seems like forever. Central smells like oil and old socks sandstone, grease and 2 dollar begs. But my coffee is strong and the scorching tracks will take me soon. Home. Location: Central Station Sydney. Continue reading Central Station.
Today I ventured up the Parramatta river on the ‘Rivercat’. Deisel drone sine wave swell cannot stay AWAKE. (missed my stop. nevermind.) It was an overcast afternoon. Out on deck the crisp river breeze was a welcome tonic to the recent sweaty days. The views flowed from river urban to mangrove to struggling eucalyptus forest and back again. I couldn’t believe how many people were … Continue reading Rivercat.
Big old lug of a bear dog. Gentle longfaced giant tagged with Grace. Our slow padding first-thing walks down to the jetty (she could drag me out to sea if she wanted) and back Breakfast all slopping then crunching then dripping from her ink brush moustache painting water-Morse trails through the house. Arthritis snags her right hip a little as she squats to pee or … Continue reading Dog sitting.
Power, Labour, and Commerce. Above all. Power. Aloof, Sicilian marble stares since 1897. Dug up white. Sword & scales raised by the depression. Scroll of wisdom held tight and out of sight of us in hurry on the street below. Location: Queen Victoria Market Building Sydney Australia. Continue reading QVB
