Monday, June 15, 2009

Back on Turtle Island

a poem found by the side of the bed

there is nothing like
a cold glass of
water after waking from a dream
and surely as the damp pastel
of night leaks through your parting eyelids
a summers solitude will fill your head
with blades of reality and swirling
unanchored images.

and between your dream-stained sheets
you found a shred of what you loved about me;
how i could build a framework
of your mind 
and as you sipped 
a sweaty glass i returned the stories
to the lining of your throat.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Last Days in Oz


waking this morning
eyes still closed
I was home in New England
hearing my father down the stairs,
in the hallway
putting on his boots;
the echo of his morning routine
traveling through the old beams of the house

I smiled for a moment
at that old familiar feeling

but soon the sound was only
Tyler in the kitchen
cleaning dishes.

still here,
Australia.

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sunrise, star still in the sky

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Fun with Kangaroos




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finding the peacock

this croc was 17-18 feet long! i could fit perfectly (and conveniently) inside its torso!

blue winged kookaburra

other kooks

not an owl!