"the sea is Woman, her other name is Fate" |
sunset, yamba beachout beyond the breakers she floundersrights herself then strikes against the tidedark head barely touching airshe struggles for the lifttumbles like flotsam into the day's dying em...
Posted by Victoria on Mon, 05 May 2008 05:53:00 PST |
autumn, lost and found |
crimson leaves and vanilla
I don't know where to keep himhe doesn't fit into any of the neat compartmentsI've made for my lifethe sure woman of seasonal habitsis undone in his comingin the hot...
Posted by Victoria on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 08:11:00 PST |
after dark |
Another kind of love
Now the girls who dance for money have all goneleaving coins of moonlight scattered on the floor,the piano keeping company with the last tired tango feet slip-slidi...
Posted by Victoria on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 01:41:00 PST |
perspectives |
on a guided tour of a historic homestead
and now, said the guide, heels clicking syllablesnotice the dimensions of the doors, symmetry of the windowsangle of the stairs, expanse of the ceiling...
Posted by Victoria on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 03:44:00 PST |
the hot summer |
tropical
tonight we are caged in this roomcaptives of the stormrain lashes the windowflashes of light streak our bare bodieswith sleek silver feathersdrained of colour and substancewe become s...
Posted by Victoria on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 02:51:00 PST |
dichotomy and diversity |
Candy's sonnet(for my lovely friend Michael)'Some days,' he said, 'I'd rather stay in bed;but mother told me don't give up the fight.I taste these colours rampant in my head,kaleidoscope...
Posted by Victoria on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 12:31:00 PST |
"only the dreamer shall understand realities" |
Arlecchino of the Vines
This way to the vineyards faded letters,a painted Arlecchino, grinning, fey,the ancient sign now fallen in the grass,an arrow resting skyward points the way.
A li...
Posted by Victoria on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 05:28:00 PST |
lover, come back |
your name is like blood on my tonguebitten back, exposed tentatively only in empty spacesdamp on the vacant pillow
come back, lover, come backwarm salt tang of summer pastsweating vodka i...
Posted by Victoria on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 05:53:00 PST |
a weekend in melbourne |
waiting for you in room 914in room 914 the lights are outthe man in the window oppositeis staring at me staring at himsun dies in a blaze of firefrom plate glass to wet pavementhuddles ...
Posted by Victoria on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 04:05:00 PST |
I see little people |
Faerie HillHigh upon a misty hillabove the miry boga castle stands, dark battlementsloom through the swirling fog.Nine hundred years it's squatted there,grey walls of hewn stone;...
Posted by Victoria on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 04:01:00 PST |
