As we move through difficulties, through grief, we find a way to recreate ourselves. Albeit, slowly. A year after Kinan's passing I went to visit my darling Mom-in-law in Minnesota. Lake Phalen in St.Paul provided nature, nurture and knowledge.

  •  12/05/2018 06:10

A year on. I miss you so much my Habibi. Life is just not the same. But ... right with me as always, You are here.

  •  04/05/2018 01:44

Coming up to year since my beloveds passing, I find myself awash in so many emotions. Yet, I am not drowning.

  •  29/04/2018 00:33

We all have those times when we feel totally and utterly alone. Sometimes through loss, grief or through not being amongst those with which we resonate. Yes, this poem is essentially about loss, but also of trust in the new beginnings that lay ahead. Society often looks down on the side of one acknowledging ones loneliness as being "self-indulgent" or "negative". I disagree. It's a feeling that we all have either in the background or right in the centre of our lives at various times. And one that needs to be worked through, not ignored. For whatever reason, we all feel sometimes like we are the last one on Earth.

  •  23/04/2018 17:29

In life, we are at one moment or another everything and nothing, everywhere and nowhere, at all.

  •  10/04/2018 11:22

A month shy of a year since my beloved transcended, and 13 years to the day since we first made love, this poem flowed out of me with tears, and for the first time, a glimmer of hope for the future.

  •  02/04/2018 20:47

Love means forgiveness. Love means you are willing to understand that all actions are perfect. Love means that love is perfectly imperfectly perfect.

  •  27/03/2018 17:37

Born with no pants, born innocent, born perfect. You are still that naked wondrous truth.

  •  22/03/2018 22:51

I've lived, and loved, lost and gained. I am a person of immense feeling and emotion. I think it's my greatest strength.

  •  19/03/2018 00:00

Originally penned under my first nome-de-plume, Hunksten Proudfoot, this is essentially a love song, of becoming one with another, of love making, devoted to the love of my life, my darling dear transcended Habibi.

  •  07/06/2013 16:05

In my home town of Perth, which swelters under the sun for at least 6 months a year, a natural phenomena not only makes it possible for for life to exist, but ensures the entire south west corner is not an inhospitable desert. Varying in strength at different times of the year, the original inhabitants of the Noongar tribes based their food collection, hunting and fishing, customs and rituals, and care of the land on the knowledge of the winds that shape the weather. When Europeans first came to the area and established a port at what is now Fremantle, on the mouth of the Swan River's entry to the Indian Ocean, and the city of Perth, 20km upstream, they too came to appreciate the awesome healing effect of the strong breeze that almost would like clock-work, arrive to cool the sweltering people of the settlement. As the breeze came up river, seemingly originating from Fremantle, they'd thank the " Doctor " for arriving and making them feel better. Today the bustling city of metro Perth still relies on the Freo Doctor to give relief in the harsh summer afternoons where temperatures can reach above 40C very regularly. Every Perth local takes constant notice of the Doctor, its arrival or not, and adjusts ones activities accordingly. It carries with it the smell of salt, gum trees and clarity, and I know of nowhere else on Earth with a wind quite so magical.

  •  09/08/2006 19:05

I had somewhat of a re-birth after I turned 40, having met the love of my life, having come to terms with a colourful but testing past, and a lot of water under the bridge.

  •  08/09/2005 18:31