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Living on the island state of Tasmania, Australia. Narrating life through poetry and photography.

Sinking feeling

Ever since that time
You flew away
Across the strait
For poignant day

My heart sank

Never again would I allow
My heart to be
Shipwrecked
Without a life-raft

We exist in a temporal way
In some parallel galaxy
Where our minds float
Willingly among dreams

Not our bodies

A kaleidescope of loves
Exist within one bond
How to split affection
Across the diaspora?

One token affection
Placed in a box
Pride of mantle
To deliver new year

Gathering dust
Sunrise over Derwent River

How do I know?

We all cried out
With our spiral perms
Bouncing in disco blue light

How I know?..
Walking longing on leash
Through swathes of native grassland
Hoping against all hope
To find a glimmer of flower
More delicious than weed

Rolling in bed with heartburn
Late into night and early morn
Standing in the kitchen alone with thoughts
Salvaging burnt toast again

.. if this is really love

Listening to songs of mourn
Tributes to ache across eons
On repeat

Wonder where the strength
Is found within
As time goes on
Their pulse overtakes mine
Face more alluring
Lines soften and fade
Walls fall
Clothes line the floor
No turning around
Or so I've found

Burst

Beauty of holding 
Breath expelled
Quick succession
Balloon fills its girth
Hearts beat like hooves
On cup day
Tension mounts
Truth like a pin prick
Bursts as flaccid pieces
Fall gently at four feet
Questions at ease
Posed so handsomely
Hold hands and jump
Into a sea of soliloquy
Knowing who one wants to be
Wayfaring strangers are we

Only

I could be your one and only
Strength for the mission
Cure for the lonely
I would find treasured tales
Buried in our morning tide

One day these pages will open up
Labyrinthine stairwell
Overseen by rock cathedral
Passing strangers alight its halls

Will you dance with them till midnight?
Or lie with them till noon?
Breaths measured by the waves lapping
Under gentle moon

I too, long to relish life
For years of back breaking toil
Nigh on broke my spirit
So bond with me, lover, friend
Though plea not to be loyal to all others
Forsooth, my heart's not in it.
Fluted Cape, Bruny Island Tasmania

Flight of the butterfly

Lighter than a coin
Tickle my fingertip
If it were to alight
Upon my point

Drifting aimless
Blustery winds
Tumultuous, feral
Wearing nothing but scales

Aching, tender
Shedding colour
Under weight of shelter
Another's touch

Fleeting, painfully shy
Obscuring its beauty
Soon as footsteps pass by
My heart, the butterfly.
Penguin Island from Bruny  Tasmania

A slippery notion

A sense no one can live without 
Yet barely speak its name
Some spurn the thought and shrink within
Though chase it all the same

A slippery notion thrives among
The family gathered round
As babes all supple on its milk
As grown, some never found

As fickle as the Autumn sun
Like lucid alpine tarn
Its sweaty pounding heart drawns in
Only to cool you down

Extremes of sentiment poures out
Yet ambivalence within
Shouts of joy, tears in vain
Rally cry and sing

There's really no escaping it
(The hermit never tells)
Longing pulls us back in time
'Fore fears can knock us down

If unsure, simply pour
More courage in your glass
Take your eyes off the book
Don't let their next glance pass
The Gardens, Bay of Fires Tasmania

Long game

How to play the long game
With someone well versed
In flash fiction?
Do I promise to love their every lover?
Desire drives the narrative on.

How to salvage a life come undone?
When moving parts are irreplacably human
Healing work is painful and long
Until two bodies borrow, become one.
The Gardens, Bay of Fires, Tasmania.

Castles of the mind

I've never found a cure for love
Though 't soothes so many ills
Loneliness to bitterness
All ailments of the will

For all it cures it does induce
Deleterious effects
Slow-acting apoplexy as
One's reasoning defects

A fortitude of countenance
Can barely ever endure
The fantasies that dreams beset
One taste a craving sure

Every line and curvature
In castles of the mind
Desire an outlet in the world
A lover sure to find

Aside from scouring oyster bars
Or ogling over beer
Apply the plight of sailor's blight
For one platonic year

While soaring new horizons
On verge of a career
Turn around, you've surely found
A love to hold so dear

For crafty is the nature
Of this love, as sly as fox
It's when your back is turned
That one appears in handsome locks

A warning for the jaded and bereaved
More than a few
If love's laid down left of plumb
Here's my advice for you

Consider all the perils, ills and falls
You fought as one
Imagine future troubles
Are they double, or undone?

For just as castles of the mind
Prepare us for our fate
So surely they will teach us
By the gash left in our wake

With clearest mind and soundest heart
One's path is laid post-haste
Though time is short, one's life is nought
Lest swiftly be embraced
Boronia Beach, Tasmania