I sneak Tip toe sshhh Toes in dirt bare Dirty The water watcher Sleeps Night snarls echo Empty chamber tremble I can smell the blue The green The darkness of the pool The air is different down here Forbidden Only rations are allowed Only rations My lips crack When I smile these days Lizard tail… Continue reading dead zone children
The ocean is a woman And she calls to me like a lover lost I yern for her salted embrace Wanting to be close enough to hear the gentle lapping of her The rough sway of her Washing over my body Cool womb of blue and green and grey The ocean is a woman I… Continue reading she comes, moaning
Today I went on a tour of Tamburlaine wines in the Hunter Valley. I have ended up here by complete chance. The trip was won by someone who then could not go so they graciously gave the holiday to myself. The tour was part of the deal and we were meant to go yesterday but,… Continue reading Red wine knights and bread crumbs sprinkled
The dirt felt good under my fingernails. Cleansing, somehow. Washing me of my sins. Not that I thought it was a sin...