Kaspalita warns of cliché, teaches definition. I want to write of death and birth and things of earth and sky and feelings I search deep…
Ludvig van Beethoven Bach makes me think Mozart makes me laugh But Ludvig van Beethoven You break my heart In pieces.
My hopes and visions of our older selves holding hands and walking side by side, gentling into our coupled future, were brutally severed. We were…
To first love me as you love me, is it allowed? Can I allow love in, to enter me, suffuse me and use me and…
Daughter of daughter A phone call. Now aching arms ironing, smoothing wrinkles long to hold son of son close to my heart for solace. My…
on orange sugar paper and follow your long curved spine to your perfect sculpted buttock. I like your back but next week I will…
Small spheres of iridescent prussian blue. Windsor yellows and greens and strawberry red hue create sensual experiences of vision and taste as flavour explodes in…
Interview done. It is lost or won. But as Liz said.. I prepared well, and presented me – and now we just – wait and…
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