Mid-pop

Do I dare try to explain the majesty of this night? The amber sunset, rose gold on white weatherboards? The life force that is nature-strip grass pulsating up through bare feet? A happy tongue lolling out the side of happy fangs, nothing but open to the possibility of every driveway, every gap in every fence? […]

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good, bad, horribly deformed.

There’s a part of me I’m not okay with. I’ve spent the last two years or so going deep, on everything. The shadow work, the radical acceptance of all my parts: good, bad, horribly deformed.  I know my faults to a tee. I have years of data to analyse on how I’ll act in any […]

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We go on.

She’s alone now, this girl of mist —— And your face billows to me like windswept curtains, on the beach. Waves maybe, but the sand isn’t real in this dreamscape. —— And you are at once milky and fluorescent and I hold onto your gold like good medicine because that’s what you are. —— So, […]

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I’m still awestruck

Woman, I swear, if I didn’t understand the magic of the maiden and the mother… and even though I do, I’m still awestruck: By the way your two edges lick the blade of sunshine and moonlight so seamlessly that I can’t even wish you a day full of light because you are everything that I […]

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Searching for a Religion

It’s a very odd way to look for God’s face in these doorways that seem to pour away all the brandy from the bottles, but I’ve hit another bottom. And guided missiles and misguided men, guised or disgusted or lacklustre, have never shown me a better way. —— See, I’m afraid of my own brain: […]

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Take: 273

Whelp, here goes. Take 273 at trying to show up and be consistent and stop hiding in all the ways I encourage others to do with my work. The last 18 months have been too hard and confusing, I’m still processing. I’m still coming to terms with darkness and light. I’m still working out what […]

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Sharp rocks and love

I know I may be misguided but then again so are missiles when they are disguised as flying straight from Cupid’s bow. Did you really sell me violence and then tell me it was love? Did you really try weaponise two hearts finding each other? Or co-opt the bitter(sweet) agony of falling in love? Which […]

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Gratitude Journal #939

How grateful I am for the sound of my soul sister’s tapping fingers on the keyboard, an electric current running through the house, a touch of actioning masculine energy that provides consistency, stability, security, a foil to the feminine energy I am feeling in overwhelming amounts today: to dance, to stretch, to sway, to nap, […]

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Future Zo #234

Please stop looking at me like that, with your eyes blazing and your aura on fire. You look like Hades or the fire spirit from Frozen. Maybe we should just watch Frozen 2, is that it? Was that the plan all along? Turn me into a Disney fiend and then when the time was ready, […]

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