Your ghost has gone

No longer the taste of arsenic-laced  lips

with treacle sheen

your searing salivary residue

wiped away


Where pyrotic solvents once burned

an acid hole deep within

calming enteric salve now soothes mucosal chasms


The antacid of time

The tree’s lament

And what of my life as a tree

Were you there to gather the dried leaves

when they shook free?

Were you there to place soil

when my roots were bare?

Gnarled ghastly by the sting of the frigid night air


Every spring you revelled in my richness of green

remarking such foilage you never had seen

Yet when fierce lightning tore branch from my core

You ran from my shelter

my lover

no more

Plutonium am I

Unstable, decaying

I began losing helium bullets

the day we met

my atom balance upset

my mind a neutron haze


Created from an exploding star

I wanted my half life to be




with you

But you listened to the incessant tick tick of your Geiger insecurities

And you barricaded yourself deep

in a radiation proof shelter

for one

The City

Watch the swallows by the window

As they dive dance, spin and sway

Buoyant on warm dawn breezes

heralding the new day


Hear the hum of the city waking

Catch a breath of forest air

Know the chaos that is waiting

Carry stillness with you there


Let there be meadows of green

with silvery dew

A sprawling wool blanket

with room just for two


Let our laughter ring clear

Over hill, over tree

Tepid toast in paper cups

A spring love decree


My own little dedication to the wonderful Sara Teasdale (1884-1933). Her simple yet beautiful poems were oft inspired by the seasons. Happy Summer Solistice!


On this Father’s Day I’m sharing a picture of my dad from 1966.

My sisters’ names are on the chalkboard. I was a mere twinkle in his eye at this point – he was on an Antarctic expedition and some 5000km from my mother 🙂

Ocean True

Strewn saffron strands paint the sky

as morning birds float gently by

The waves creep onto my shore

leeching a salted residue

like sweat evaporated on skin

low tide reveals my within

Shallow rock pools

brimming with shine

medusa sea grasses

suspended in brine

and starfish curl and sway

whisper good morning, good day


Ocean renew me in cyclic refrain

infuse me with currents

from warmed summer rain

as my heart

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.