The wombat and the ego

Is spiritual emergency, a personal emergency which has to be excused in any way? Something greater achieved is something greater perceived with ego side by side. A little nudge, blatant, open praise. It stirs like the wombat inthe book, though …

Why we love women

An ode to women, to all those who love women, in a heterosexual and homosexual relationship. Or simply in a moment of admiration and grace.

A Tribute to The Cat in the Year of the Rat

Sentiment is like a grey day in the second half of the week. It takes you to places within, contrary to the world without which hints at being so much more clinical. Clean in emotion and thought. Facing the moments …

Mind, spirit, shadow

hypnagogic /ˌhɪpnəˈɡɒdʒɪk/ Is it true?Is it true that you never point out the shadows to another for the shadow is your own after all? And why would we be afraid of our own shadow… or is it a matter of …

The wedding that never was

Even the most graceful beast senses it,not always aware yet never part…of Fear presses them into cornersand like the hopeless they give in,not allow anyone near, helpthem. Apprehended, but don’t they see, bothis an illusion, a weddingin a fairytale set …

The Southern fringes of your temple wall

Diese Angst treibt sich umGreift umKaum noch mich atmen lassen Take care of thyself. Though art a poet! From flurry to field – home to a group of sheep unsuspected of any crimes as yet not committedat a time when …

The Horse of Apollo

Heavily, gulls sail across the sky,rise above firs, poplars and sapling oaks; watch themoverhang against a framework, prototypical- unspeakable. The radioechoes increasing costs for local florists or why storms withfemale names kill more people. Wretchedallure of feminism. Then…a word on …

At the end of the road, everything in him came to a halt, dissident to all, with the path inclined to spread into contrary directions; his daydreaming climaxed into mere contemptible interference ‘What if Freud was… , in a physical …

Butterflies behind bars

Sticky and raw, butterflies in ink wrestle through the green, one word or another, whose it may be has mattered littleto the author whose unperturbed conviction was it that papillon may be French,anything from the past could apply anywhere in …

The dark side

Keiner konnte sie hörenWie Fische im tiefen Ozean versankenSie die Stimmen im Sturm veritas vincit, in truth This is when they dreamed they existed they happened and factually disappeared. —————————————————— I found timeor should I say sway for the cheap …