by phoenix | Nov 17, 2002 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I am mired in tendrils of regret Borne of moments and cold midnights Drunken decisions and bad sex. I read ‘daddy’ in the bath In the silent pre-dawn Curls of steam vying With death and depression. Sylvia, your edges are Translucent as...
by phoenix | Nov 11, 2002 | Poetry, Uncategorized
i want toledo to be my mississippi river i will come back to her over and over call her beloved whisper her name in the night wrap myself in her darknesses caress her there in the evenings under the moon wade in her...
by phoenix | Oct 7, 2002 | Uncategorized
There was a poetry competition at the Dan O’Connell: Ted Lord asked for a line to give people and all the poems in the comp would have to use the line. I’d recently been walking in the rain and had come up with the line “the rain only strikes me every...
by phoenix | Sep 9, 2002 | Uncategorized
So, here goes. Recently, a CD of poetry called You Talkin’ to Me? was launched. At the gig, a fairly well-known Melbourne poet performed two amazing pieces of poetry. She’s tall, incredible… with a deep deep voice. When I watch her...
by phoenix | Sep 8, 2002 | Uncategorized
I resisted. Oh, how I resisted. And now I have succumbed. I find myself surprised to find so many people I knew already here. A little guilty reading their lives, as if I’m prying. As a diary-writer of years, feeling surprisingly shy...
by phoenix | Sep 5, 2002 | Poetry, Uncategorized
for Emilie Zoey Baker (EZB), after hearing her perform Sweet Cowboy with Sean M Whelan she’s honey warm, liquid, mellifluous i want to drown in her golden intensity if i could get my tongue unstuck i’d tell her she’s poured into...
