Tercet - Secret birds

In a forest river bed

Secret birds make themselves heard:

How to hear to learn the language of one’s heart

Cold

Underwater

Bump on the legs

The Cold is landing,

A Visitor bearing Gifts.

Free stuff.

Different from you and I

Jumping happy wild

Care Free.

Define every thing.

Some things evade definition.

Simulations.

Encounters in oxygen shared across space with other beings.

Someone to appreciate

Someone to provide Proof of understanding.

Cold keeps the nib wet,

Ready and waiting.

Haiku for the lost lovers of Summer

That which is most beautiful,

The Now.

Reality is paper-thin.

Grahamstown - Nightjar Sound

In pocket

Found,

Away from Human World 

Noise:

Nightjar sound.

Away

Alone

Quiet,

A little bird.

Nature you need.

Come with me.

Tercet - He searched the whole of South Africa

He searched the whole of South Africa for a thimble

He threw a packet of five cent coins at some chickens

Not a single malicious bone in his body.

Tercet: Melancholia; feeling.

The quagmire of forgetfulness

And then the cave of rest and healing:

Melancholia; feeling.

A3 charcoal, graphite, coloured pencils 

- drawing from 2013

Haiku: Marry me

Marry me. White pen,

White paper, clarity:

Thoughts of you swim float through

A3 graphite - drawing from 2013

Second poetry evening

Tercet: Death is possibly the cure

Death is possibly the cure

Cannabis oil is better

Suicide is forbidden among the Hopi

Wall piece: Cintsa East

Poetry evening

December limerick: the proper crossing of lines

The proper crossing of lines

The slowing down of time

The fire in the fight that is fighting the fight

A quietly chaotic calm settles into the space you left.

The forest conceals the entrance to its path at night.

Tercet: Life, long enough

A short series 

Of serious lessons
Is Life, long enough

Water crystal design for a tattoo, pen on tracing paper

Water soul

Listening to pregnant butterfly stomach stories

And watching live womb action,

Imagining the horror of modern living 

To an initiated water soul,

I am caught in my own little time frames,

Freely choosing when to pop in or out.

Before the real fear crept in, I asked.

And now comes the excitement,

Stirring a teabag while allowing delicious thoughts

Of the time it takes to forget a dream,

The time it took to forget who I am
Back when I was born.

pen and coloured pencil design for a painting

Heroic sunset

To paint a forest and a seahorse,

And the first spark of life in this place,

For you, our Last Sunset, glorious sunset

With sundowners

We greet you, always

With colours and addictions and songs and fire

To be grateful, we are grateful

Forgetful

With at least one offering in return

Between that first spark, unseen

And you, our sunset,

Heroic sunset

solid icosahedron, coloured pencil on paper

Limerick: Interrogation room

Malachite, the colour of Fright

When human anger is stirred

Karma transforming 

Is ink in the night

Into darkness has pain been interred

pencil sketch of a solid octahedron 

Tercet: averages & poetry

The Law of Averages = Poetry

: somewhere in there, somewhere in between the lines

Lies some Semblance of a Truth.

silver-striped hawk-moth, coloured pencil on brown paper 2016

Tercet: existence, eternity, everything

All the Things at the same time

Separated into tiny Pieces:

Existence, Eternity, Everything.

Forgetfully

Eventually, all fades.
This we collectively know, 
Yet have not actually experienced in the self.
In the now/

Forgetful, and forced,
Fed; perhaps, but I’ll be fucked
If profit be made through me
Only after my death.

A prayer for Thursdays (some of the names of God)

Thor

Your day.  Named for

You.  In your honour

Or

For your power

To be called upon, You,

As though Known already

And to be connected to.

This three-ring circus was a pandemonium in days of old,

A spell of disharmony, confusion, and something to be avoided

As though known, an evil believed in and feared.

We hereby re-route magic in the blood

To embrace and trust and expand the tiny moments:

That which feels

That which allows expression of peace and love and enjoyment

of All, The Entirety and full Magnitude of meaning and existence.

We hereby make the marks to dispel the disconnect and discontent,

The delusions of intellect and ego so as not to be bruised,

Flung about and bashed against the cold, hard inanimate, 

Inorganic parts of waiting, longing, inaction and disempowerment

That kill the Flow of Life and separate us from each other

In shame, embarrassment and misunderstood loneliness.

All and Always and Already, 

We are children fighting for our innocence and sense of wonder

You see us when we look up, relax, make vulnerable and allow

The Smile of the Heart,

When we follow the threads that pull at our attention

And pull up shields to guard us from the allure of the thick,

Comfortable deep and dark

When we go to soul searching inside.

These age lines reveal the failure of selves to recognise

Frameworks of linearity, the giving into forgetfulness and familiarity

Stuck stories, unchange and non-adventure.

Go-letting

Patience and grace, and then!  What laughter is to be had!

Oh, souls.

We are alone together, innocent and wondrous children of You,

All and Always and Already Great Alone and Unfolding,

Exponentially Multiplying, Fracturing, Complicating and Novelistically 

Becoming Deconstruction and Creation Awareness Holding

Memory of Ages and Aeons

and Ever After

If Only Just For A Moment - acrylic on superwood, 45 x 15cm

Fractal thinking

Soul looks up in fright every once in a while

To see this particular life living for this first and only time

Weird. Strange. Alien: the sudden insight

That could explain earthquakes, valleys, mountains, fault lines,

Wrinkles, grey hair, aching bones, memory loss, and other ageing signs.

Augment - acrylic on superwood, 45 x 15cm