wanderings & wonderings

circular world, world of circles, forever forming, closing ...

Bravery comes in many forms. For some it is in battle in a foreign land.For others it is in battle with their body. One day a diagnosis ...

egg boxes stacked, one atop the other, row upon row

Agung, Abang, Batur, sacred volcanoes, gateways to Gaia ...

We stepped onto each other's paths, you and I, your journey and mine entwined

Walking in Van Dieman's Land. Hobart. Following footsteps through the park ...

hard edges relentlessly slicing my soul, rending to tatters if allowed

Born of love, one likes to think. They never told you. Actions speak louder than words. Their actions told of no love unspoken but instead .

tossing, restless, the in-between space of darkness before sleep

Maybe four years old, pretty pink pyjamas dirty & torn. Wisdom of age beyond young years etched on your sad face.

A poem about change, more than change. When we know we can do more, be more however we hold ourselves back.

the sun is at its zenith blazing down from an unsullied sky, baking the black sand beneath my feet ... so hot it burns

Written in a cafe in Perth, WA whilst observing the world around me

rivers of metal unable to flow trapped by sheer volume ...