The way the past lies
Is caulked seams ribboning
To dress those dreams and
Connect them as if they are
Still tangible
While the edges of the way
Now unfurl with
An unknown ink marking
Destinations not yet
Thought of and perhaps
Not wanted
The usual compass no
Longer a dial worth reading
The terrain has altered
Your hands are strangers to
The way it feels… Read More The Way Tectonic
Photography: Trish Jean The Autumn colours in the Wellington Botanic Gardens are lovely, and I’ll post some coloured photos at some point…but for now I was captured by the light and texture as I often am, and I love the stories provoked by the shape and movement…and really, I just have a thing for black… Read More Touch
“And I wonder is there a dichotomy or relationship between the author in print and the author of the story putting it out there. From Arthur Stace’s Eternity on a t-shirt to Dharma on the butt of your activewear, what meaning are they making in the wearing?…If you take a look there are stories in the wearing as well as in what’s worn. I love that invitation to explore that space. And if we don’t know the real story about what is worn and why, it doesn’t matter. It’s just juice for the imagination. It’s catching the chameleon in the space between. It’s trading the telescope for tweezers…It may be a dead end alley like my KISS t-shirt from the 70s which could well have been about hiding in darkness, or it may be that we see the illuminated, the very act of living and the making of creases in the sacredness of our own bone clothing.”… Read More Wearing
From east to west
A staccato passage
Taking my mind
From the day
On the soft sea undertones
To the Christmas Moon
That hangs in the tree… Read More Night Noises
One of the things I love about those I love is an inherent generosity that’s expressed in a range of ways, whether it’s through providing a shoulder or financial support, an open house to whoever needs connection or shelter, a sharing of grief and fun and support for aspiration and a determination that we hold tight to one another. And I love that while I can be really hard on myself, their love for me is unconditional.… Read More Not Just Marking Time or Why Christmas is Coming Too Soon or Just What do You Expect?
Light On
Light up
My hand slips though you.
Silken and wordless.
Even while you make
Me explode.
Wry smile,
Your own humour.
On the water,
Your own story.
Breach the surface,
I’m enchanted.
Light on
Your fingers reach me.
A beacon regardless.
Even though depths
Claim you.
Telling face,
Beneath the skin.
In the water,
Our own story.
Soaked in, no diffusion
Are you enchanted?
Lights out.… Read More Light On: Enchanted
It’s a new kind of place
For us
Where there is less
Yet more
A different landscape
Ill defined
Where we don’t know what
As we walk
Will make us sink
Into wetlands.… Read More Profound Passage
“There it is; the light across the water. Your story. Mine. His. It has to be seen to be believed. And it has to be heard. In the endless babble of narrative, in spite of the daily noise, the story waits to be heard. Some people say that the best stories have no words….”… Read More The Light Across the Water
I’m in the landscape and sometimes as I’m imagining I do a 360-degree turn in place and time, creating as I spin…I have no doubt about the power of storytelling. One of my favourite stories at the moment is about a man who ran…… Read More Tune In
But what do we know about them?
Love, apparently.
That they say I love you, for reasons.
The human experience
archived and released,
comported for revelation. … Read More An experience of When My Heart Stops Beating
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