by phoenix | Jun 30, 2012 | Poetry
my clothes don’t match today such a simple thing to turn confident strides into frumpy shrinking such a long way from flowing ochre silks or scarlet coats; my mind hunches in concert, narrowed, pinched, as if the scope of thought...
by phoenix | Jun 9, 2011 | Poetry
When we were young we watched incandescent flickering images of people rising like a sea from train stations, koyaanisqatsi in the Valhalla cinema on Glebe Point Road late at night and we swore we would never become one of these faceless...
by phoenix | Dec 8, 2010 | Political
Whenever I’ve raised the complex interactions I see around the arrest of Wikileaks founder Julian Assange, I find myself mired in defending my position. If I say I support his work and that I welcome the new world where governments...
by phoenix | May 30, 2010 | Poetry
In the beginning Love is wordless It is the touch of skin Suckling. A cuddle in the dark. Then love is simple I love you mama Means you are my world And you are comfort and Healing to me In teenhood love is mercenary....
by phoenix | May 29, 2009 | Personal
Wishlist for me… pretty things more oriental/middle eastern hanging things bubble bath, bath oils fancy food things (gluten-free, dairy-free) earrings – amber or amethyst necklace – amber or garnet bracelets – amber books Movida Rustica poetry...
