Tuesday, 24 March 2015


Her/His Neptune
So many light years away
Kept defying gravity
Of Space and of Consequence

His/Her Neptune
So fierce, so determined
Would have its say
Neptune is like that


And She/He were absolutely Neptunites
Head to toe
And They spun silently in space

The End.

NASA Hubble Space Telescope images


Reach out for me
Take my hands and let them be
Sanctuaries for what you hold in your depths

Lean upon my shoulders
Let them be your cup
A sanctuary to carry your tears

When loneliness comes
Dark and Deep
Remember I light a candle every night for you

Monday, 2 March 2015

Unchecked Emotions

Emotions rabid
Frothing and foaming at their mouths
Cannibalistic feasting on their host

Neoplasmic feeders
Swallowing whole
Every morsel and droplet

Till there is no place left
For peace, for quiet
For deep love

Friday, 27 February 2015

Her Selkie Keeper


Today I lift up and give thanks for the element Fire

Of Fire of sun and of Gaia`s core
Silently and Steadily
Bringing forth the change of Season

Of Fire of cellular burning brightly
Silently and Steadily
Birthing, dying, and regenerating
Renewing life daily in this body of mine
And in the bodies of my loved ones

Of Fire that burns in Touch and Hugs and Kisses
Silently and Steadily
Unifying me with the vulnerability of my humanness

Of Fire that radiates within my imagination
Silently and Steadily
Igniting `passion and activity`

Of Fire in the furnace and oven
Silently and Steadily
Enveloping me in a cocoon
A safe place
A place to `be broken and to heal`
A place to `break bread and share stories`
A place to `learn and grow,`
A place to `forgive and love`
To Just Be

Thank you.

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Memories Held

The ocean holds the memories of my mother
Marguerite Alexandra MacDonald of Victoria by the Sea

The salt of her tears
of joy
of sadness
of elation
of disappointment...they bathe my feet as I walk along her edges
They christen my mortality, as I dive deep into her recesses

I am more because of her

The jutting red cliffs embody the memories of my father
Richard Lea Howatt of Tryon Point

The iron of his will
of simplistic
of chaotic
of steady
of evasive
They colour my cells, and fill the edges of my bones with battle-scarred marrow

I am more because of him

Thursday, 25 September 2014

Richard's Road

Walking down
Richard's road
A salty breeze
Welcomes him home
The lost returns
A child again
Bare foot and open heart

Pretty road side flowers
Your tiny heads bent in evening prayers
Kindly remember his name
As your fragrant blessings fill the air

Settings sun's
Rosy glow
Pours down through
Weathered trees
Rose coloured light
Filters through
Warming hearts and memories

Pretty road side flowers
Your tiny heads bent in evening prayers
Kindly remember his name
As your fragrant blessings fill the air