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Poetry Music Thoughts and Reflections

Wind — December 13, 2019

Wind

A pale orchard is the speaker

 

he is older than bones

older than a visitor flickering beyond night

dropped in Blood Mother’s hand

 

a sheet draped white yellow flower

reveals he is close

close to her sweetest internal rhyme

 

he dances words from the eardrum of her ocean cave

The Camellia’s Smoothed Rage — November 20, 2019
small things — January 16, 2019

small things

Point Nepean
on the path to Gunner’s Cottage
echidna buries its head

Fort Nepean
on the cliff’s edge
admiral butterfly chases dragonfly

Sandringham Village
at the cafe entrance
barrister  shoes white moth

Sandringham Beach
ladybird walks internal bind
of book on Forgiveness and Other Acts of Love

Bluestone lips — August 5, 2017

Bluestone lips

behind the mirror

 

your rough skin and thick neck

 

my face delivered into working hands

a river salt leached in compound tide

palms breathing internally like a cup

heels compressed into my chin

into the folds of my forehead

skin peeled fingers

bearing weight

 

your shoulders braced away from wrists

 

 

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Plato’s Last Supper — June 10, 2017
Passport — April 24, 2017

Passport

on turquoise ground

rooftops are flag forced

revolution red

 

risking reprisals

yellow stars are ripped

on the city outskirts

 

in homage to a stolen lama

a Shigaste restaurateur

pull curtains

over Beijing’s chosen Panchen

 

old man whispers of a secret

picture of Dalai

 

in the capital

binoculars pore over prostrations

and Buddha’s blessings are molested

at temple gate checkpoints

 

machine gun operators

operating their lungs

over chanting nomads

 

om mani padma hung

clockwise hum plaited

into hair of pilgrims

 

a Tibetan grandmother

holding my arm

guiding me to spin

the prayer wheel

 

in the base of my belly

in my neck

behind my eyes

in my right breast

 

melted butter

and sage fired

Jokhang air

 

a ticket home

 

one way permeability

 

all Tibetan passports

were confiscated in 2012

 

 

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Sanctuary — December 3, 2016
Nation — September 23, 2016

Nation

the armed guard is dressed

in 19th century floral

pink stilettos peeking in

a shadow of layered petticoat

 

folds separate the women

from the men and the young

paper coiled into tubes

 

a black helmet

upside down nests

a crossed smile

umbered and chained

to feet of an old plastic doll

 

an ivory cat reflecting

on painted boards

sky holes gaping

through serrated mesh

 

the flag wooden is tacked

to the white wall broken

in new foundations

bought tolled and taxed

Museum —

Museum

in four limbs around an oval

man cerated

 

edges framed

and falling to cedar

 

expanding in triangular

their shadows white

 

footprints amidst

a maroon sea

 

the light of ceiling

soaked in a leaking flood

 

arial footed

lines pasted to the floor

 

a small diamond window hidden

in the belly of outside

Yesterday’s Bleach — September 12, 2016

Yesterday’s Bleach

After ‘A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed’ by Jonothon Swift

 

 

Sugar granules sink in foam

on a table where Sappho is

 

stuck between pages

preening Ovid’s Amores.

 

A fall happens,

coffee spills on swift shoes,

 

a copy of ‘Men’s Health’

splays on concrete.

 

Behind him, a little black dress

in a window with accessories,

 

gifts, and a stack of books

titled ‘Freedom’.

 

With translation on his lips,

he mouths something

 

about Gulliver, wiping

liquid from the city street.

 

Saying nothing in return,

Corinna picks up her empty cup,

 

cures her hair with a pin

and eyes the messy magazine.

 

Apostrophe driven on bittersweet,

she turns to the sky,

 

O cloudy context fold in,

this battlefield is yesterday’s bleach.