I met my shadow
We danced just the three of us
Until the sunrise

standing very still
a red dragonfly called trust
rests in my shadow

In mists of my mind
Gather cups to reach the tap
Lest we die of thirst

Sunsets and tempests
The blueprint of secret codes
Under a birds win

To paint a storm cloud
First learn how to catch lightning
Let rain soak your bones

The moon is my womb
Circled by a ring of fire
The fire is my blood

Swept under the rug
Tiny treasures specks of gold
Waiting to be found

If the truth be told
Silence sings the aria
In a world of noise

watching wings unfold
the cicada is my muse
shedding my old skin

I hear the rocks sing
Harmonies from the great depths
Hear them trickle up.

at the rainbows end
You can’t buy a golden key
Nor can you touch one

Quick like a faery
where one glance last a marriage
longer than a dream

We called them saplings
Yet they burst through our concrete
To reach for the sky

FIres on the ground
Connecting with the starlight
campires of the gods

Free beautiful safe
One red blood red plum red moon
Red for everything

The dark moon tonight
Let the daemons conquer me
Body mind and soul.

Standing at the door
Nothing behind me but ghosts
Light shines through the cracks

Wake up unanchored
The beauty of forgiveness
Waves lap at the boat

Sing me the sad songs
songs that make you believe in
worlds where we exist

these sacred places
burnt pages rise with the wind
two worlds become one

Flowers on the wall
pastel colours taunting me
stupid little whores

States of surrender
follow your bewilderment
To the trigger points

Who will swallow it
The way the tea leaves crumble
Crying over milk

Grandma said to me
Please come closer little girl
Then she bared her teeth

Past shining steel and glass
Children buried in mass graves
Where paper daisies grow

Paramilitary
Intent on killing brown kids
To make white ones rich

Hidden in the sand
The ridges tell the stories
Of empires brought down.

Sitting here alone
watching shadows pass me by
change eternally

no neighbours were warned
the angel of death passes
painted blood on doors

In the fog of war
A green fern unfurls a frond
rain brings a release

When the music stops
We’ll bring down prison walls
Dance with sledgehammers

Surrounded by walls
These are not my boundaries
This is not my dream

wild abandonment
make out in electoral boothes
whipped cream from the can

Graffitied coal trains
Dead roos with legs akimbo
Scenic country drive

Too afraid to stand
People drink the blood of christ
I bleed on the pew.

Surrounded in blue
A forcefield of love for all
Who keep my name safe.

Redcoats raped children
Bones buried in waterholes
Champagne is half price

she will guide the way
through the garbage dump of time
where he hid her bones

the choirs lullaby
let the dead bury the dead
bones sing them to sleep

walking on the graves
let the dead bury the dead
voices haunt our sleep

A child lullaby
The emperor has bloody clothes
Bombing us to sleep.

cats out of the bag
skeletons in the closet
we’re bringing them home

At the waterhole
2 crows stop me from falling
Inbetween the stones.

Creak go the floorboards
What kind of spirit is that
Passing by my door

The magicians lie
draw a golden penumbra
circles round the moon

Terror of our wombs
out of the pomegranate
springs the Pegasus

Films run in reverse
broken walls will fix themselves
unharpoon the whales

love or entropy
the glue that holds the universe
as rain buckets down

in a sea of thieves
escape into the future
waiting for the sun

to bask in the truth
Your enemies are shadows
Their spears are mere twigs

Currawongs eye
Colour of the desert wind
Colour of a star

Head full of colour
Wings nailed to a tree trunk
Paint brush in my hand.

Forest of birds feet
The witches spiraling eyes
Scrys patterns in moss.

Blame the seduction
You went off to fight the war
Speaking words of peace

How they tried to hide
The guilty fled the gavel
bones sang in the dark

In the promised land
Jail becomes a killing floor
Rulers pop champagne.

Cloud dictionary
The white man owns the black town
But can’t read the clouds

I’m painting a moon
to haunt and scream at evil
Does anyone die?

Remembering her,
Kind until her edges frayed,
Brutal as the wind

Time to weigh my heart
Talking with the psychopomp
Lightning strikes the rock

how long did I lie
gazing up at the night sky
bones swallowing earth?

Even when she’s mad
Spitting rats and white flowers
I’ll say long live love