Djore

I had a place in Australia. It was beautiful , big and wide , and the clouds hung on every corner as you descended into Buchan, milky white through the valley. Every morning I would set out for prayer around 5am to the Gompa. There were no lions waiting for me on the hill overlooking […]

God is an empty chair

She was speaking about some ritual. I decided to paint the word HOUSE. It glowed in the white light. My brother was there and I thought all this would be mine , the house , the valley, the lot. Sitting at a table was him. He was dressed in white. He was speaking to someone […]

The first

All of us Are modes of dust Riding that sunbeam Regardless of who or what we think We are. We are dust particles In sunlight To the dust I say Keep moving To the Sun I say Stay .

Forest walk

There was something about his face A strange sort of sexuality not man , not woman Integrated into something profound A flower has no gender nor does chocolate Yet the perfume of both sends you into rapture Peace be with you , I kissed the priest full on the lips Sorry I mumbled, not a […]