Posted: May 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

Brady, Brady

my quiet arcade-y

what flag does you sky hang high?



Posted: March 31, 2013 in Uncategorized

So I came here to share my amazing culinary adventures, but instead I’m posting about something far more… touchy feely.

I appear to have a serious coffee addiction. This is something I’d kicked for quite some time, but I do love the flavour of a good coffee and so after my third coffee, I was not surprisingly pretty umm.. motivated! So I invented a dinner (Spaghetti Squash is really interesting stuff), baked hot cross buns… did my version of tidying… which is tidying an area then dumping more crap there! Lots of dishes… and I was still pretty racey.. so I decided to go for a walk to the supermarket for a few bits and pieces.. the first one didn’t have what I was after so I walked the half km or so to the next one… all the while listing to my entire ripped music collection on random.

I was thinking about my poor long suffering partner… (I usually am!) he really does put up with a lot of shit!

My random erratic behaviour… which I blame on coffee addition is just one of the many examples. Random acts of bitch really…

It was at the checkout that my music collection cross-faded from Iggy & The Stooges “Down on the Street” to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros “home”…

Now… I don’t know if I like this band.. I can’t decide.. I don’t know if I like this song even… but actually…  I *love* the lyrics… and I love this song because it reminds me of my long suffering partner. It reminds me how I feel when I’m around him, and of everything I take for granted.


I reflected on the places I love in the world.. the places I felt most safe & happy….

The secret forest in Rodin’s garden, the cafe opposite Piccard, the games department of a department store deep in the outer Eastern suburbs, any berry farm in the Yarra Valley.. The laneway with the flags and the huge amount of dog poo, memorised for all time… just to name a few (there are thousands when I reaaaaally think about it) and there is one common thing in all of this. They are places where my long suffering partner and I have been together, alone and just existed in the simplest of states. No distractions or “stuffs” just us, being us.

And so I realised, that this idea I had about turning 30 in Paris, to celebrate getting old and everything I have achieved particularly in the last 18 months…  and going to any length to do so… didn’t matter so much.. Because all I really want is to be somewhere with my partner and have one simple moment where it’s just us, being us, being together, and in love. That is how I want to celebrate my achievements. That is home.

So, I will leave with that  thought.. a couple of happy tears on my cheeks… because I may not always recognise this all the time… (can I blame PMS or just being a moody bitch of a woman?!) and for anyone reading, here are the full lyrics.. including the spoken word part…


May we always be reminded of what is TRULY important.. The rest of it.. is just guff.


Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Not the way that I do love you

Holy Moley, Me-oh-My, you’re the apple of my eye
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Man, oh man, you’re my best friend,
I scream it to the nothingness
There ain’t nothin’ that I need

Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie,
chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
There ain’t nothin’ please me more than you

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you (2x)

La la la la, take me Home
Baby, I’m coming Home

I’ll follow you into the park,
through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Moats & boats & waterfalls,
alley ways & pay phone calls
I’ve been everywhere with you

That’s true

We laugh until we think we’ll die,
barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you

And in the streets we’re running
free like i’s only you and mee
Geez, you’re somethin’ to see.

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you (2x)

La la la la, take me HomeBaby, I’m coming Home

“Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?”
“I sure do, you came jumping out after me.”
“Well, you fell on the concrete
and nearly broke your ass
and you were bleeding all over the place
and I rushed you off to the hospital.
Do you remember that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, there’s something
I never told you about that night.”
“What didn’t you tell me?”
“While you were sitting in the backseat
smoking a cigarette you thought
was going to be your last,
I was falling deep, deeply in love with you
and I never told you ’til just now.”
“Now I know.”

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is whenever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you

Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

Ahh, Home
Yes, I am Home
Home is when I’m alone with you.

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Moats & boats & waterfalls & pay phone calls

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home

Home is when I’m alone with you


Posted: February 26, 2013 in Uncategorized

Barely day break as you’re removed from your resting place.

Supple & smooth, radiating summer, a Temptress in satin ivory surrounds.

You encourage a touch, then a grope, your dance card dangling in front of me, a victim.

We tango.

A knife traces your curves, your contours bringing your sticky summer to easy reach.

Criss-crossing at your flesh like Zorro you ooze your summer

Barely day break… our little secret

Ravaging, sucking, nibbling at your sorry remains, your stoney core.

I share your whole, but squirrel your scraps lapping at your juice as it makes its way across lips & chin & fingers teeth furiously nipping at your skin.

Up against the kitchen cabinets sticky with your summer.

Barely day break, our little secret.

You’ll be gone soon, leaving the enchanted wanting, desperately seeking out a new fix… a little something to take the edge off.

But you cannot be replaced, your summer, your smooth, your curve.

Disarmed & dishevlled, me, a victim of your tempt. Bended over the sink shamefully erasing the deed from stretched skin & moistened lips. Erasing your summer… for now.

I plunge a spoon into your whole, and in full view tango again.

Fuck I love mangoes.

What am I going to have with my cereal once summer is gone?!


Posted: February 8, 2013 in Uncategorized

Rapturous cunts sneering, milking, posing

Do I terrify, nullify, falsity you?

You qualify me.

Justify me.

Breast & brawn & voided cranial cavity

Dosile shuffling flesh bags


Lynx to an unknown buffet existence.



Posted: January 30, 2013 in Uncategorized

Worm burrowing further into the ear
Chanting monks and beat of reaper drum

dining with executioner on ash of cremated child


Spitfires swarming at the back of school yard
Stringy bark confetti and wattle and skippy and missionary fucking


Crumpled undies on a barmy summer night
Franc-enstein fractures and myna’s and metus and visionary plucking

Thievery recovery



Posted: January 29, 2013 in Uncategorized

The scream was felt before it was heard
Nestling itself in the pit of the stomach where the bile grows

Where the mouth twists and the words contort
Where the sound begins

Then the thud against ribs and spines and ears and skulls
Rattling for an eternity

Betraying the name and whoring the dignity
Redrawing maps and minds and visions

Redefined unrefined


Posted: January 28, 2013 in Uncategorized