stained glass

a church as a burden

administrative expectation

the artistic expression

queasy admiration

for the ancient

flesh

ghost

book

drone of sermon

abstract stained-glass

wrinkles on forehead

should all feel

more important

light a candle

run a finger

over too-new

wood veneer

the space

hollow

and the lack

suits you

yearning for

beyond-bored

not sure

the

spirit self’s

here

is all

 

Photo by Luke Paris on Unsplash

mineral green

what can I tell you

about

swift-moving morning-mineral water

cold and clean

when the world pauses

insects scream

the trees watch

ancient and serene

above a sandy bottle-green

river bed

so pure

dimpled surface like

a music-box cylinder

our arms the combs

in tune

her hair in curls

at her neck

my feet kick

like a child’s

below

in the depths

so clear it looks near

tearing the blue

of our kids’ licked-lenses

off our eyes

so

the ungoggled

colours slant sepia

in a heartbeat

like blood, like 80s photographs

the tint

of old leaves

oh

how can I explain

the magic of that

scene

 

Photo by Irene Aguilera Blanco on Unsplash

gotta be – spoken

 

gotta be addicted somehow

to love or painkillers

to pain or lovekillers

substances substantial

stuff

need more of it

must declutter

tracking my macros

on the app

tells me

my hrv is wildly

ordinary

excessive exercise

(and podcasts)

the only way

to quiet

racing thoughts

thoughts of racing

and getting a pb

fuel anxiety

anxiety is fuel

to keep showing up

show up and keep to

the program

progress not perfection

perfection in constant

progress,

cultivate

aesthetic athletic

movement

maintain

motivation

love

and pain

an addict understands

the drive the desire

motivation, smitten

beholden to addiction, begotten

be gotta, be, gotta,

gotta be

 

Spoken version of this poem here:

https://on.soundcloud.com/grfyu

 

Photo by afiq fatah on Unsplash

nine lives

the house next door had holes in the walls

I could see sunlight shine through

on bright days

and when it rained

my sliding window

3-inches wide

behind bars

flaking and tired

open so

the cat could come and go

then, at night

through

forks of light

you called

and buildings fell

curtains of grey rain

soft, soothed

a rift in time

muffled all

except Sinead

and sudden, close

her vibration

cut through the beer and wine

standing naked

couldn’t tell

hell from beauty

warmth from fire

sickness, health

anyway

that was one

of nine lives

 

Photo by Petr Slováček on Unsplash

Valentines

The valentine’s candle

smells like Hayden’s house

deep amber and vetiver

when I was a teenager

floating on the warmth

of sponge-painted yellow

walls, companion

novelty and wondering

how I’d fit

you’re mellow

they told me

but I don’t know

think I was just

quiet and still

observing the smokedrift

listening, watching

and waiting to see

what was expected

and who

I might be

 

Photo by petr sidorov on Unsplash

 

 

2024 Goals and Words

When I was looking through my blog and paging through some old diaries, I found my list of previous words and have been revisiting those.

Interesting to see which years were ‘on track’ and which ones the wheels fell off a bit (2018 and 2022 I’m looking at you!). I think I’m slowly regaining my equilibrium with this job and trying to slot in some writing again (always!)

This year my word is ‘creativity’ which means finding time for my own creative pursuits, in whatever form – writing, baking, drawing, furniture restoration, decorating, home renovations – and trying to keep at bay the black hole of my job, which seems to suck all the oxygen from the room! Don’t get me wrong, I get a lot of enjoyment out of my work but it’s not ‘for me’ and I need to find a better way to balance that out and not feel resentful and not pour my entire being into a place that just keeps take, take, taking.

I will hit 5 years sober this month. This was a goal of mine. I have to say, I’m feeling a little triggered and wobbly with that. The ‘point’ of sobriety feels dulled. Do I really need to be so hardcore? But then I think of slipping back into regular drinking and all the headaches, illness, self-loathing and additional work I’d have to do… it’s not worth it.

I also said that if it came to the point of drinking again vs. my job, I’d quit.

This is not a very positive post about my current employment is it! I wonder if that’s telling me something?

Funny, I survived for several years without (much) paid work and things were fine, but now I’m back on that hamster wheel, it’s hard to fathom how I could get by without the regular salary.

That said, my husband has been studying and out of paid employment for 2-3 years now, but he’s starting to earn $ again. So that might change things.

We’re also planning to renovate the house we live in this year! Gah.

Oh well. If I can somehow wrangle a way to roughly balance my day-job with my own writing and other creative pursuits, family time and fitness, then I will judge 2024 to be a success!

 

LIST OF GOALS AND WORDS

 

2024 goals and words – creativity

2023 goals and words – intuition, conviction, action (this was the year I ran my first marathon)

2022 goals and words – another survival-mode year. I was so slammed by work, my husband’s depression and COVID, while trying to write and stay sober and keep fit, wow.

2021 goals and words – intention (this was the year I started working at the Council)

2020 goals and words – ‘Raw’ and ‘Curious’

2019 goals and words– new and wild (this was the year I got sober and moved back to Australia)

2018 goals – paid job, survival mode, (this was the year I started running)

2017 goals and words – consolidation & realignment

2016 goals and words – small, incremental changes

2015 goals and words – surrender

previous words – don’t rush in where angels fear to tread

 

Danger

let wind kiss skin

starved of affection

waves stroke and soothe

a new years’ benediction

smell of smoke and airline fuel

a change of direction

old perfumes stir memories

pain, and its reflection

all the deeds unpunished

must live in the body

alongside achievements

like running, like love, like danger

unacknowledged

 

Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/K7Nva

 

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