Beaded Insects

bflaherty — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 18:34:15 +0000

a year of beaded insects of holy mountains ravines and black-backed shoals unhinging from gravity’s press the circle complete then kiss me and tell is your heart still mine?

bflaherty — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 18:33:10 +0000

these word mysteries are circles connected shaved heads and filigree leaf the act becoming image taxi driver with a red dragon’s eye

bflaherty — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 18:09:50 +0000

our bodies remember this heady wash of current and desire pungent scent of ghost money burning

bflaherty — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 18:08:33 +0000

I am writing a history of the present of all possible directions a tattoo to snare the sun and spiral out to muscle’s edge

bflaherty — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 18:07:12 +0000

blind hours watching through darkness the night sky wildest of cities till morning stars consumed by the mouth of light

bflaherty — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 18:05:59 +0000

at the dog end of christmas the phone call heavy with pauses thick slabs of monsoon rain across the Tasman

bflaherty — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 18:04:41 +0000

these christmas lights a library of multicoloured souls strung windows reflecting heaven and circular life beneath

bflaherty — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 18:03:41 +0000

we are a broad church dogma to the left and right your hip joining mine a sleep that would not close over us

bflaherty — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 21:30:50 +0000

we balance between stillness and movement the smell of divinity the hospital’s airless regiment

bflaherty — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 22:12:38 +0000

never as we expected a lurching momentum that stalls in mid-air the day’s judgemental colours combine to a single black result