“ I am not afraid. I was born to do this” – Jeanne d’Arc My heart is built of ramparts; my vision, an arrow piercing the air, my bones, a scaffold for the city of me, a city surrounded by enemies. Barely woman, broken soldier, Warm hearth, divine spark. An exile crossing a … More Jeanne d’Arc – I was born for this
My lovely girl Boo wrote a song and made a music video.
I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world may not complete this last one but I give myself to it. . I circle around God, around the primordial tower. I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song? … More Integrity and the Internet
I carry the restless, unfulfilled desire and the overflowing cup in one hand, a child in the other. I carry the abandonment to sleep, the heaving chest, the heavy eyes, the weight of dreams, on my back. Blossoms bloom from sepal shaped shackles that still flowing streams. My leaves fall awake in cold … More A Mother
“I have no philosophy, I have senses.” – Fernando Pessoa. With the ever increasing moral relativism of modern life the quote above seems to embody a way of being that is refreshingly unaffected, simple and honest. There is a natural inclination to identify with our more basic instincts when confronted with overwhelming complexity. Although this … More Two sides of Nature through poetry
I smell the musky, earthy, damp leaf loam of Autumn. Everything is falling apart a little bit. Everything is becoming a little frayed and undone. The crisp perfection of spring tulips, that once stood to attention along tidy borders like governmental obelisks are crumbling like coliseum pillars. Petals are transparent, leaves brittle and curled. All … More Autumn and Anarchism
I was around the age of twelve when I first became conscious of male sexual attention. That may sound scandalously young especially as I wasn’t particularly precocious or well developed, but in countries where taking a child bride is legal, it is also, prevalent. At the age of twelve I received more sexual … More The Sacred Feminine in the Wake of Feminism
I am breached by the tide by the herd stampede of morning streets the quick dry kiss goodbye I am breached by thin streams and puddle deep shallows that drown me but keep me treading water my feet steep hallows and lanes and exchange oily notes on a fixed game I am … More trade
I visit you with your favourites a fresh cream slice and Hyacinths on a bright Sunday afternoon and you look up from deal or no deal on the telly to greet the lively, pink bloom I hope it might remind you of the old garden beds you dug over one long gone June. Your eyes … More Mother
Is art mere faithful representation, an aesthetically pleasing image, a concept, a symbol or something that lifts us out of our ordinary, everyday, problem solving, beta wave consciousness, into our higher mind where we can access the deeper, broader awareness of the metaphysical realm? Go into any homeware store and you will find factory reproduced … More What is art?