“Once, twice, three times”
palpable glee in the auctioneer’s voice,
“are we done?”
a pause, even a beat,
you can hear people breathing, shuffling
“going, going …
SOLD to the lady in blue!”

And so a home stripped of intimacy,
styled into an invitation to dream
changes hands …

Your heart is racing,
tears of relief spring into your eyes,
a champagne cork pops,
the intoxicating scent of bubbles
tickle your nose,
a sip of frothy blue
and yellow visions
of playful waves and sand.

Now the house in P_____ St is no more,
the site’s completely cleared,
you wonder why you worked so hard
just before the keys were handed over
to leave no trace behind.

Horizons beckon untrammelled
from a new place
where it’s easy to breath.






A flame flutters
as a hand passes,
forefinger and thumb
hold a universe,
red glows through eyelids,
the edges of the circle
now etched in crimson,
she catches words
floating with dusty motes,
and carefully
places them
in a jewel encrusted case
beside photographs
of ghosts …

A red shoe
lying on its side
protests and casts
a wondrous shadow
of another universe …

Cutout Whispers

whitesmoke vapours
slither from a silver exhaust

drifting crystals churn
to a distant wind chime tune

secret fireflies dance
in a maelstrom of moonrain

gardens sparkle in champagne
while rent ghosts roam
dazzled by periwinkles
fractured on bisque pots

cutout whisper motes
float in between
mint and lady bugs





between words
unspoken thoughts

his stutters
a world

the flowers
flight paths

between mosquito

the toes
fields of wonder

two hearts
joie de vivre

two hands
creation claps