The thoughts that linger

The thoughts that linger

expressed in words on pages

can see them released

Ominous rumble

Ominous rumble
vibrations from lifting towels
along the floorboards

Digital camera

Digital camera
squeaked a soundtrack in silence
like this dentist's drill

Can't return to sleep

Can't return to sleep
after my arse sounds a note
my guts say it's day

Sneaking through your streets

Sneaking through your streets
foraging in your gardens
picking some flowers

Villagers protest

Villagers protest
trucks driving outside their hours
this gives me some hope

Something is brewing

Something is brewing
foraging ingredients
making nettle beer

Dead hearts walk the streets

Dead hearts walk the streets
zombie capitalism
mindless consumption

How can I express

Words cannot express
this new energy I feel
blame it on the moon

Birdsong in the dark

Birdsong in the dark
a distinctive melody
hidden musician

As the sun rises

As the sun rises
I hear the man in my voice
crying for the boy

I cough and drums hum

I cough and drums hum
visitors pluck at my strings
music fills my life

Under a full moon

Under a full moon

I cannot return to sleep

life becomes a dream

I hear them chatter

I hear them chatter
flying swiftly overhead
Superb Parrot life

The end of the day

The end of the day
a glow that lasts forever
then darkness returns

Under the pink clouds

Under the pink clouds
dark winged shapes leave black branches
singing the new day

Living documents

Living documents
we rewrite our narratives
in conversations

The gentle rhythm

The gentle rhythm
dancing to a slowing beat
as sliding doors sway

In memory of (so-called) single-use plastic shopping bags

Looked like a singlet
but the armholes were handles
and the waist was sealed

If I'm looking blank

If I'm looking blank
there's thought fleeting at the edge
looking for meaning

Walking my suburb

Walking my suburb
listening to the galahs
incense surprises

Patterns are forming

Patterns are forming
I try not to see them yet
Can I understand?

Your spark ignited

Your spark ignited
a flame that smoulders inside
the fire consumes me

With all my mistakes

With all my mistakes
I find some consolation
I'm only human

In my solitude

In my solitude
I like to hear Ellington
travel down hallways

Preparing parties

Preparing parties
walking around big bonfires
in my dreams I burn

I left for one week

I left for one week
found the blossoms had fallen
green leaves have returned

That carrot won't work

That carrot won't work
on the end of your long stick
I'm not a donkey

I hear them at night

I hear them at night
my children making mischief
they must feel alive

I'm asking myself

I'm asking myself 
why fear opportunity
fear is not knowing

I'm moping at home

Confined in my home
surrounded by family
feeling all alone

Love the perspective

Love the perspective
one gains from climbing a tree
the world falls away

When they released her

When they released her
it looked like tentacles squeezed
sunlight from her flesh

One weekend each year

One weekend each year
the agricultural show
a ghost of it's self

Mr Magic's yard

Mr Magic's yard
holds dapper Dave and plastic
he's bought on Ebay

Hanging on the chain

Hanging on a chain
Australian canary
feeding their offspring

Does anyone hear

Does anyone hear
when the moon does not appear
a bird sings through night

From the living room

From the living room
all over the internet
talking with strangers

Measured by absence

Measured by absence
an expanding universe
sees light yearn for years

The light from one star

The light from one star
outshines our sight of others
as darkness retreats

Red breasted robin

Red breasted robin
sings a song to woo his love
who cannot hear him

"I won't be stupid."

"I won't be stupid."
Ha! As if one gets a choice,
I thought in reply.