the sparking of oblivion
a slipstream of each crimson wave
and prophesied, obsidian
whispers the timeless: cradle, grave.
the ebbing, flowing, seething snakes
of current fluid, permeate
the false of dense, staccato brakes
and merges silence at the gate.
This dance alive, her chasm draws
me to her core as depths unwind
into the voided darkened sphere
as I abandon reasoned mind.
I watch disintegrate each fear,
I slip, fall deep and unwind time.
I shift, drive forwards to reverse
the threads of history, each crime
each demon, toxin, poison, curse,
will soon unravel and discard
the limited, each worry, doubt
and fade the broken, loveless, scarred.
and then the light, suffused throughout
perception cleared, the seen reveals
what I decide will carry weight
and lightness, levity now steals
my heart to shift and mold the fates.
For in ethereal cosmic space
all blended with angels, demons,
encompassing this whole I trace
sweet cadence of my soul’s dreaming’s.


All that is
A bundled sphere of time and space
collected from vast memories,
these woven threads so softly traced,
potentials of our pacts and pleas.
The distance of the false divides,
a merging of collected dreams,
the rhythm of the fluxing tides
with eons of repeated themes.
And on and on an impulse lit
from friction flicking back and forth;
each spark creates a beam sunlit
delineating south and north.
Contracting in expanding out
so all that was and is will be
this moments pause within, without
and at the precipice we’ll see
each moment coalesces time,
each second drifts slipping into
each fold in space, this dance sublime
suffuses the eternal through.


Hedy Bach Photography

moon medicine
moon medicine and fairy tales,
four wooden blocks and incense sticks,
faint mistiness, delete details
off woolen socks and puppy licks.
stars are dripping moon is melting,
pull and push, the planet’s tilting.

elastic ebb and formless flow
bend and strip the plastic psyche,
pulsing, beating, inner tempo,
suffocate and wrap so tightly.
loom and weep in bending black,
the water trickles forward, back.

bending bends to bend black back to
elemental primitive
as morning whimpers drops of dew,
distilling limbic sedative.
drip-drip, lick-lick, moon is melting,
taste the ether, all’s dissolving.

The tilting turning pendulum
of evanescent fleeting waves;
a sacred glance, hearts beating drum,
this never ending winding maze.
Each momentary truth woven
in snapshots bundled shifting past;
my disbelief suspends broken,
mirages captivate at last.
And as each colour, sound creates
these shifting patterns painted on
the void and dark, a spark awaits
to constantly create the dawn.
And as the dance less danced once more
to weave and sew the fraying seams,
I watch the rhythmic pounding shore
all merge into my deathless dreams.