This blog is kind of static now, but I’m doing more or less the same thing on twitter these days.
hit the random magic link for a random post.
polyphony of birdsong.
the personality of a business card.
a post-it note from someone you love.
a branch by the side of the road, shaped like a chicken’s foot.
driving on the highway, listening to Eno.
clear sky and a tail wind.
a gecko on the face of a stone statue.
my faint heart.
my incandescent head.
my patch of sky.
my red beard.
drinking cold tea.
snatches of overheard conversation.
a new razor.
the violence of sleep.
insomnia’s gentle attrition.
a bike ride to work.
avocado green, lime and tangelo still-life scene.
a day off.
an old typewriter.
rearranging the furniture.
time for bed.
smell of burning hair.
bunting above a used-car lot.
light shining through stained glass.
another crisp map.
finding a lost dog.
waiting in line.
chicks who hang out at the library.
hailstones bounce and skitter and gather in drifts.
memory of pain like the fading green afterimage of a bright light.
a line of streetlights, blue and sodium orange.
swimming in salt water.
a barber you can trust.
black and tan.
bacon and eggs and strong coffee.
an old letter.
bare trees outlined against the winter sky.
city seen in the distance from the roof of a suburban carpark.
writing a note with a mobile phone.
marginalia in borrowed books.
the city at night.
the mirror trick.
walking in the rain.
cold day, warm cafe.
pink dawn fades and the clouds turn to grey.
nine sequined costumes dance in the breeze on my neighbour’s washing line.
a crack in the window catches a line of brittle light.
rust stains on the sink.
driving across town for lunch on a Tuesday.
coffee with milk.
heartache goes away.
love never ends.
painting with sound.
water condenses out of the misty air.
the way objects persist after their owner dies.
city seen from a highrise window.
love as strong as death.
aircraft at night like stars.
spiderweb collapses under the weight of dust.
guitar strings vibrate under my fingers.
socks with sandals.
cold evening stillness
tape loop sound of a rusty bicycle.
rain in the headlights.
blood gushes into the pathology vial.
we are all self-taught.
sounds that stand for things.
driving clears my head.
concave depression worn in old stone steps.
broken glass underfoot.
my dog, running.
walking at night.
repetition and variation.
distorted world seen through rain on the window.
a wattlebird, inverted, eats nectar from the callistemon outside my window.
there is no lost time.
water over rock.
a river of tail lights.
sipping sleep’s sweet draught.
fallen leaves pattern green grass.
the smell of diesel.
telling the truth, even though it hurts.
a spine of high cloud.
the moon shines silver squares on the bathroom floor.
on a windy night the house talks and inside the rooms, its lungs, the air is alive with motion.
moon occluded by clouds.
cigarette butts dance in the gutter.
two lovers on the train, talking on the phone.
a moment of peace snatched from chaos.
burnout screech mournful in the distance.
black flies cluster on crusted blood.
a storm that does not break.
shifting cloudshapes, endless blue.
streetlight pools on the rainslick pavement.