Monday, March 12, 2012

last post, for a while

think about bask

think about parenting

think about bluesky

Sunday, January 22, 2012


This summer, the turning --

the blue and white you want to fight to keep

from turning grey,

the turning away.

Friday, January 6, 2012


Another kind of welcome

is flowers in your fingers,

and tiny shells in open palms,

and miles of brightly coloured yarns.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

In Vietnam

In Vietnam, toilets can retire and still find love.

Roses in the street aren't the same thing as rubbish.

When you're walking through the fish market...

...sometimes it's better to not look up.

You've got to feel sorry about something or other, but sometimes the cracks are my favourite part.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011


I'm a mass of electric light spiders.

We're the daughters of the air.

I'm the devil's ballroom chandelier.

I'm shivery as lightning's bier.

I'm outta here.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

What to do?


and dare,

and dare again.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Butoh is the walk of smoke

Because Butoh is about disappearing, that is why a form is left behind -- The disappearing history of the flesh trails behind the metropolis of the flesh -- In our body, there is something that sometimes goes astray, and sometimes surfaces.

-- Najakima Natsu, Butohist

Friday, September 30, 2011

post for dinah hawken

"Bev, it's easy in this crudely driven city to betray what is delicate

and what is deep. I'm writing 'delicate' and 'deep' to you because they're exhausted

words and to avoid them now I know would be a greater betrayal."

-- Dinah Hawken, from 'Writing Home'

Monday, September 12, 2011


"The happy, healthy human being



masks."  -R.D. Laing

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

pet light

Is this cat made of light? Yes,

made of light, just like the far side of my face.

And the sofa, woven storm, is a background to pet against,

to pet light, light against light,

and ears with which to hear the fight.