The Sound of Her Voice

The Goddess Rumbles Under Rome

Rome laid the patriarchal foundations upon which Western scholarship still rests. Its hierarchies of power are civic, religious, and intellectual. They are all modeled on the same vertical order. Father is above family, ruler is above citizen, and mind is above matter. Authority flowed top down, and the written word overwrote the spoken and embodied; record supplanted memory; doctrine displaced gnosis.

Modern academia inherited this structure almost intact, enshrining order and control as the highest expressions of ‘civilization’. It privileges abstraction over lived wisdom, intellect over intuition, and permanence over process. Beneath its language of progress, it still speaks the tongue of empire. It carries a legacy that silences what cannot be contained, classified, or cited.

This Ol House: A Journey of Renovation and Renewal

“There is an energy here… unlike any I have felt in other places. It creates a cocoon… a powerful catalyst for the deep to flow.”

Not Waving, Drowning

Now that delicious feeling has morphed into a contracted foreboding that you just can’t seem to shake without at least two glasses of wine.

It’s Not All Black and White

“There is a grief

Carried in my bones forever

So profound that I fear

If I meet it fully I will die.”

Palmy Boy

As you rode that bike, you head hanging forward…shoulders to your ears..

Skinny jeaned knees splayed …

sun bleached, dirty curls swinging…

You body made you look like you were bracing yourself for impact…

Permanently.

Dear Men

Dear Men, There may be some empathy and healing for humanity to access when we realise that women not only feel their individual pain but also are affected by the collective feminine energy field… Depending on a woman’s sensitivity and the place in her cycle, her receptivity and how she is affected by this changes….

The Nature of the Beast

Through a half-open curtain, he welcomes me… to the stage of his ridiculous theater. My yearning for peace and belonging and the fact that he reminds me of an old friend from Prague has drawn me here… * I tell him my woes, He tells me I am beautiful… as if that is the main…

Frozen Moments

With the cocks crow,

I feel the abrupt transition

From the spaciousness and peace of twilight to the harsh glare of day.

An unwelcome prelude to the bustle of locals and tourists going about their business…

A small, mottled cat arrives beside me and rubs against my leg…

As if she senses at once,

My aversion to human company and my need for affection.

Men Should ‘Step Up’?

“A willingness to be conscious is a total turn on for sure, but ‘waiting’ for Buddha?”

The Castaway

Among his possessions, I find remnants of his former life. A dust-encrusted black-and-white photo of him lovingly embracing his former partner and their son. A letter of adoration from his youngest daughter. The charred remains of a painting by his eldest, a family silhouette of children and parents frolicking on the beach. As I clean, I wonder: am I helping to clean the stains of the past or desecrating a shrine.

Pattern and Light

I planted chilli seeds… must have been months ago. I found two sprouting in a little pot and on the verge of expiring due to a lack of water and nourishment. Lately, I’m having a love affair with the garden. This time, I am in a better place in my mind. I guess I have…

Behind The Eight Ball

You never met your paternal Grandfather, her husband and your Dad’s Father. All your Dad told you about him was that he died while potting the eight-ball in a game of pool; it occurs to you that there’s an explanation (other than your misspent youth) for your prowess with a pool cue and your chronic…

She

She Always an enigma, dwells in deep, dark currents Emerging only on her own terms, in her own time. . She ebbs and flows Revealing then passing away glistening and basking on the shore for a time. . I feel her as she nears, The warmth of her flame, Siren song beckoning. . I cannot…

Genie

She told me her story. How her mother got her addicted to meth when she was 14. How she single handedly raised her little brother and sister. How her other brother is going to jail. How she is pregnant. “But don’t worry” she says… It’s from a previous relationship. Before I met your son. I…

And I dropped in..

Past the anger

Past the anguish

Down, down, down

To the grief.

To the very bloodroot of things.