The stolen song of sadness

The whales stole my song
And swam away
It was a very sad tune
The whales got stuck on bright white sand
And died in the lagoon

A sea bird picked it from their hearts
Then flew across the sea
He dropped it down from graying skies
I heard it sigh ,I heard it moan
As it went back in me


Celestial cricket

I hear crickets chirping in the dead of winter
They must be eating the back of the moon
I’ve forgotten the chirp formula
I don’t need them to tell me
When its cold

I open the door at midnight
To clear my head
Perfect silence
Except for the lunar crumbs that bump into the ground like snow



She rises with the moon
Passing through the forest glade
Taller than the pines
She pulls a branch from a bare oak
Bringing the severed part to her lips
She turns it up and drinks it in
To the dregs
This wine
This blood of the earth
She dances across the water
Lacking only a lover
She sees him shining in the ripples
She blows him a kiss
Surely it will arrive
Heavy with the weight of the world
But he always falls into the ocean
And she always burns off in the sun


bill and sarah and the seed and the blue lightning

bill grabbed blue lightning and clung tight

rode it back up into the clouds

he had some seeds deep in his pocket

threw them off a cloud

sarah opened wide and drank the rain as it poured down

until a seed hit her on the tongue

she spit it on the ground

a tree grew up from the seed

and one day bill came down

he found a feather in the grass

beneath the tree of his seed

he laid the feather across his eyes

and there began to dream

sarah came and found him there

and kissed him as he slept

he awoke and told his story

while sarah sat and wept

they went to town and had a meal

they laughed until they cried

then sarah went back to her home

and bill climbed back into the sky

When I was a bird nest

When I was a bird nest
I never felt alone
When the eggs hatched at last
I was full of flesh and bone
When the fledglings squirmed about
I moved in synchronicity ,as if they were my own
When young ones learned to fly
I felt like a king dethroned
When the winter’s winds shook my tree
I fell down into the snow
When I rotted into the earth
I helped the tree to grow