by phoenix | Jun 30, 2012 | Poetry
my clothes don’t match today such a simple thing to turn confident strides into frumpy shrinking such a long way from flowing ochre silks or scarlet coats; my mind hunches in concert, narrowed, pinched, as if the scope of thought permitted directly correlates to...
by phoenix | Jun 9, 2011 | Poetry
When we were young we watched incandescent flickering images of people rising like a sea from train stations, koyaanisqatsi in the Valhalla cinema on Glebe Point Road late at night and we swore we would never become one of these faceless creatures on escalators, on...
by phoenix | Dec 8, 2010 | Political
Whenever I’ve raised the complex interactions I see around the arrest of Wikileaks founder Julian Assange, I find myself mired in defending my position. If I say I support his work and that I welcome the new world where governments cannot collude in...
by phoenix | May 30, 2010 | Poetry
In the beginning Love is wordless It is the touch of skin Suckling. A cuddle in the dark. Then love is simple I love you mama Means you are my world And you are comfort and Healing to me In teenhood love is mercenary. I love you ma means Thanks for letting me Borrow...
by phoenix | May 29, 2009 | Personal
Wishlist for me… pretty things more oriental/middle eastern hanging things bubble bath, bath oils fancy food things (gluten-free, dairy-free) earrings — amber or amethyst necklace — amber or garnet bracelets — amber books Movida Rustica poetry...
