by phoenix | Jul 24, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I never was a beach walker Days warm down Tamarama But there’s something about the edges of cliffs And the walk between Bronte and Bondi Exercise spaces and wooden beams Winds calling me to jump and me Barely resisting. I climb over the wall Right near the sign...
by phoenix | Jul 19, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
you call your shape from thin air change in an eye-blink dream-haunter, it’s you I’ve seen nights, padding down forest corridors. My soul calls to you, my kindred My pack. My body shudders As you pass and our eyes lock, Your yellow animal eyes, My hazel...
by phoenix | Jul 6, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
These desiccated moments flake off my skin like so much overtime. My hands are dry and cracking, peeled raw and papery My neck my back my eyes I walk slowly down long tramlines in darkness with lights behind catching up and winds blowing Down too straight alleys...
by phoenix | May 9, 2000 | Personal, Photos
^^ A few days old ^^ Aged 1 with Mum ^^ With Great-Grandma & Grandma (click for full photo with 4 generations) ^^ Aged 2 ^^ Aged 7 ^^ Aged 9 10th birthday — new bike! Aged 10 outside Nan’s flat Aged 11 on front lawn with chicks and trusty old Valiant...
by phoenix | Jan 1, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Up at Woodford Festival, Queensland, Australia, in the last days of the millennium, the energy rose as people breathed deeply, preparing to hold our collective breaths as the pendulum swung to the summit, to hang there motionless momentarily before gravity overtook it...
