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To Flow from The Mouse

Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . Exhale . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .  .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . ….

To Flow from Rose

Absence:   A revolution in the brew As we engage in   Near distance Far closeness   And reversed   Exploring how to touch and be touched without touch; A warmth not settling in(to) flesh A vibration; an energy, seeking to be expressed Still fully charged   I am carrying you with me, and you me; on me/you – as we go   -R

To Flow from the spreading fire

INTERPLAY    (i) For Flow – to read aloud   D istance   between  between   between between   between between   vibrating beating tissues our constellation long and taut across impossible spinning measures. Cotton-mouthed thick-grey turning pink red gold I lean dangerous give myself to the plane drink your heat through pursed lips fingertip tongue  buds toe fine lines between teeth    drawing you in pushing myself out.   …

To Flow from The Goddess

The Rose / Desert(ed) Rose

Long before the birth of time, a clear crystal ball carrying the seed of the Rose, was propelling/spinning through cosmos. Dropping the seed, wherever it needed to be, the Rose was born into this life in a desert. There, her stem sprouted from a source stemming from deep underground. Traveling from deep within the Earth, the Rose had to traverse several layers of mud and consciousness in order to break…

The Goddess

I grow with the moon. I grew under the moon. I have grown besides the moon. I did grow in the moon. I have always, and never, and still to this moment and beyond been part of the moon and she a part of me. I reign over her and with her, but I am alone. I embody, control, work with, but most importantly I am femininity. I am fertility….

The Mouse

The Mouse inhabits the attention to detail and the cracks of History.  You’ll find it dancing on the tabletops or far down an unknown rabbit hole with a visitors curiosity. It follows the host with questions to scrutinise and map out the depths of the inner tunnels.  To see the big picture The Mouse looks for the insignificant. For the insignificant can hold enormous importance and knowledge we only understand…

The tide

A trail of footprints behind you. Bare feet, left and right, just as you would expect them to be in the moist sand of a winters beach. Yet you leave none beneath you, levitating in air as if it was water. Big creatures of seaweed flocks the water’s edge; tall, round, grazing. Their shapes defined continuously by ebb and flow. Heather grows, managed by the same creatures, yet these seem…

The spreading fire

It moves without line. Without time. Quietly running, expanding and transforming, spilling through space, nourished by what was there before. Fingers and tongues licking red brick and timber, man and his story. The spreading fire resists definition, resists language – an elemental force that cannot be easily bound or held. It feeds and it catches, further and further, gently breaking down old seats and structures, preparing space for recovery and…

There is a magic to know

There is a magic to know….available to all of us, waiting for us, longing for us, calling for us. I have, in my way known that magic, some part of it, some form of it. I have felt sensitive to it, known to appreciate it, to take it in. I have also known and carried the weight of a strange sort of amputated feeling, a deep longing that could not…