New poetry collection: Lost. And Found
RESEARCH, INNOVATION and PRACTICE
within the unravelled wings of angels you are still yet undefined constant yet constantly changing as I move around and after the earthquake comes your form and after the fire comes your heart and after the storm comes your passion so that as the mist clears we are (After Mira Schendel)
what if I told you and you agreed if I asked ‘would you?’ and you said ‘yes’ what if you told me you felt the same and between your words I said ‘me too’
a red dot the colour spreading from your heart floods my room leaving me consumed there is a light in the distance a ferry pulls away from the quay and the land becomes slowly distant in my hand there is a postcard to a memory as yet unspoken (after Paul Klee)
through the harmony of northern flora by the yellow half-moon and the blue star you show me the way to the ship in a gaze of silence there will be fire in the evening lit by the forest witches leading us to catharsis and harmonised disturbance as the red-green and violet yellow rhythms release in us the memory of a bird twilight flowers and sacred islands before the snow or threatening snowstorm when God considered […]
typeset in its formality building imaginary frames around the marching armies of print print whose letters swarm across our landscape reflecting an expectant sky where black is all that surrounds those of us who wait for love (After Mira Schendel)
she draws fine lines lines like silk or summer rain blue rises beyond memory a single thread of captured memories unlaced like a drawing or geometry by moonlight a dream recorded without looking at the paper always floating almost out of focus (After Mira Schendel)