Tuesday, 15 December 2009

With Apologies to WCW

A girl in a field and a boy up a tree. Watching, dancing, watching. Two boys. Three boys. A city of boys. Watching. But only one girl - like a road out of town.

A boy in the ocean and a girl on the beach. Swimming, laughing, swimming. Two girls. Three girls. A party of girls. Laughing. But only one boy -
(a tiny baby turtle hatches from an egg in the sand).

Friday, 11 December 2009



winter garden

a zigzag
trail to the

lingam bush



from a

stalk of



wet leaves wedged in the vegetable beds


wild marjoram

zigzag zen



Monday, 7 December 2009

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Smoke Cut Up

Streams of the glen existing in stillness, get up and jam the door - in the body, altering perception, a ganja fire through leaf and bush; the mind and the firelight, or the drums and light in space, tempting me with fantasies: where the ego is, accompany the smoke. I feel the trees unravelling, the sheen and shine behind the night; void soft with fancies; mountain lands and joy. And soon, dark pearl in the soul, abandon restraint and all humility singing; take praise and adoration, law breaker, dope fiend. My bedroom is the composer of the galaxies, an interior universe switched off, candles lit. I am merely now of angels, a pile of ladies, my loins flicked through for ascent.