Baden by Vienna Whoever’s homeless now, will build no shelter; who lives alone will live indefinitely so, Rainer Maria Rilke It’s the sort of day that starts with a sparkling sunshine that is overwhelmed by a mass of clouds that … Continue reading 3 Gardens, 3 chapels
We are not certain – we never seem to be these days. Somewhere in the measure of time between adolescence and adulthood all that brash self-confidence ebbed away and we longed to be the thing we always railed against – … Continue reading Advice for the Dying
I am running swift as a dreamer I am horse and carriage The sound of something precious, growing is building empires, Heavy traffic drowns his sound I’m not a hero, found my emerald marriage Another pair of eyes, all inside … Continue reading Found my Emerald Marriage
Across the floor, underfoot In my bed and in my eyes Shivering on distant shores She never saw the sun that day Petal awards, liberated from scent And all these particles Dragged from the reefs So long ago, Glue to … Continue reading Grit
The sward of emerald cloaks the rise within a gently lain veneer and held within the vanished eyes the spring revokes the need for fear Within a gentle lane, veneer of worry in the heart now rose The spring revokes … Continue reading Lost on the Way Home Pantoum
Austria is full of tiny hamlets clustered in the valleys, and I’d always been struck by the apparent wealth displayed in these homes. Often three stories tall with immaculate yards and expensive German saloons parked in their driveways, I … Continue reading One Hour to Puchberg
This is a path, in a place where the sky is everything where the frozen lava fields rise and fall where rain escapes as ghosts, we who are ghosts walk there, among the paralysed ropes between cairns of black glass … Continue reading Volcano
In defense of ‘Old Car Smell’ It’s something in the smell of dust and decades of dirt that becomes the symbol of a different kind of freedom. Whenever I open the little Mitsubishi’s door that smell, heightened by the warmth … Continue reading A Different Kind of Freedom
The sky is a rich and heavy blue, that seems to hover inches from our heads, as though we were inside a cubby house made from couch cushions and blankets. It crumples to the north with the weight of the clouds, at the corner that marks the edge of the village. There to the right is the ‘pick your own flowers’ field, with a single figure hunched among the orange and yellow rows. A moment later as the car surges forwards the local brothel slides past the driver’s side window. There are already a handful of cars parked there, though the Imbiss (roadside café) is closed. “Who … Continue reading Rubble in the Streets of His Childhood
Yellow and black faces gather to welcome her, and they stand in their serried ranks. Here is the wall, limestone buried under forest a gateau of … Continue reading The broken lines of a Wall.
Is this the same sun that now greets you too? A winter caress to greet the new dawn. Here in the gaze of the boughs evergreen to life in the sight of the mountain’s yawn A winter caress to … Continue reading Sun’s Pantoum
1986 A single red light illuminates the jetty, and the gentle sloshing of the water is the counterpoint to the tinging sound of halyards and … Continue reading The Teeth of Dawn
Blaze of Obscurity 