I wake to you, sweet confection
wrapped in cotton layers...

My sisters dance to heaven's music,
ears tuned to hymns, eyes fixed on stars...

Today, the day has been like my carpet,
Gray and worn and flat...

Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself...

Strike up the orchestra, my friend,
We shall have a waltz tonight...

It rained heavily during the night, and in the...
Fine men and women saw the puddle and thought it a...

If I were to swing high above you,
black hair flying...

No one saw me
late last night...

These nights, love comes easily.
The air is honey-thick and steeped with Spring...

As those birds that fly
with wings clamped...

Silent appreciation
is overrated now...

To bathe after breakfast, shampoo the hair,
condition it gently, exfoliate the skin...