The Spirit of Palm Beach

I’ve been tempted to judge myself as desperate and needy, indulging Mills and Boonesque fantasies of a romance with the ghost of a troubled surfer-boy from Palm Beach.

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.

Resurrecting the Innocent Heart.

I have memories of my early childhood. One was when I wandered into the neighbour’s garden.. I must have been very young because I discovered a plot of different coloured daisies that towered way above me.  I was mesmerized and enchanted by such beauty and wonder. In my child’s heart, I had found a magical…

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.

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…

Embodied

“My senses are electric and magnetic.

My nervous system sparkles with pleasure as I feel the coolness of dew under my feet.”

BLOODLETTING

To my relief

she listened

And I dropped in..

Past the anger

Past the anguish 

Down, down, down

To the grief.

To the very bloodroot of things.

Final Fantasy

I had a dream just now. I was somewhere with you .. Falling in love with you again. We were in a room somewhere above the clouds. Maybe we were in a fairytale castle? It seemed that way. I saw a pink, printed pillow floating in the sky as if it were a cloud. I…

Still Life With Jitterbug – a Tribute to Tom Robbins

The raspberry is the most sensual of fruits. The peach, admittedly, is more voluptuous, but the peach is unabashedly bawdy while the raspberry is exquisitely subtle. Strawberries are seductive enough, yet there runs through the strawberry a fickleness. The sensory imprint of the raspberry lingers long after the strawberry is spent. Native peoples get their…

The Eve of Resurrection

Sleeping beauty stirs… It is the Eve of resurrection…   We can feel her on the breeze calling love back into life.   She is our devotion. She is glowing in the darkness as she echoes through the spaces in our minds.   She is our tiny dancer… We yield to let her dance us…  As we move…

The Tradie

He has a relaxed, almost lazy demeanor. It shows in his gait and the way his mouth hangs open ever so slightly when he walks. He sports a rose tattoo on his left arm. His navy blue shorts and shirt, and his resignation to the futility of laundering betray evidence of his lot as a…

Indelible

I scan the water for his familiar body language. He is a big man who’s weight partially submerges his Malibu as he moves through the water. His paddling style is stiff… the legacy of a shoulder injury many years ago. His bald head pushes through the air like a guided missile. His stance on the…

Breaking Bad – Empowerment from Betrayal

“I was appreciated and admired only for what I was to him, not for who I was and who I might be in my own right, and that (unconsciously) created a raging battle within me. I had become dependant on his attention. It makes me cringe just to think of it. I have to face very uncomfortable places in myself to own this. The bottom line is he showed up all of the places I already felt valueless and insignificant.”