Psalm 42
Psalm 42 Tears trickle as your bearded face smiles fondly down upon me – My heart opens like a single red rose – We are Icon – You are beauty, elegance and grace; but much, much, more – You are…
Psalm 42 Tears trickle as your bearded face smiles fondly down upon me – My heart opens like a single red rose – We are Icon – You are beauty, elegance and grace; but much, much, more – You are…
Psalm 41 shudder by daily shudder, the fissures spread across the ever-loosening blocks of my failing house, yet not house but swan, the royal white swan descending in awkward dignity, to settle tranquil on the dark pool of my days…
Psalm 40 you weave forgotten threads, those I casually brush aside (as if they were the burden of some other) with your own particular thread; deeper & more passionate than memory which you pull, like serpents, from the mystery of…
Psalm 39 Through longing fierce; yet passion constrained, immortality’s child takes form – For instinct tamed is Spirit’s gain & the soul in its joy flies free – In the flame & the flood, from the swan and the dove,…
Psalm 38 i am i & Thou art Thou; yet, breath by breath we breathe as one – We are Commonwealth: You, drawn like a salmon to the well of my dissolution Ignite such passionate articulation that i tumble, like…
Psalm 37 When Frank and I played Christmas in the Heart We just laughed & laughed A couple of old hippies Listening to Moreporks On the West Coast – Something about Dylan Crooning Jingle Bells Made infinite sense While down…
Psalm 36 Red bra You are the delectable tease You’ve stolen all my pyjamas You’re so fucking scary You lick me sane Why, why, why, I cry Why you and not some other name Because, you drool I am the…
Psalm 35 And I stand at the door and shout And I knock at the door and weep And I name my heart evangelist And I name my heart insane And I stand at the door and knock And I…
Psalm 34 I name it shock My very first fly rod Lost in the river Where details are important & I never saw it coming Where nothing can save me When I stand in the river It’s a Fenwick Backpacker…
Psalm 33 No one tells you the path to the heart It’s not that no one knows – but it’s your heart Let me tell you about the day I stood between guardians – The first I call original snake.…