for thou wilt lie upon the wings of night, whiter than new snow on a raven's back

when i was about 14, i had this amazing maths teacher. mr burnett. in
white shirts and thin black ties. who talked to us about bob dylan and carl sagan.
who had pictures of dolly parton and albert einstein on the walls.

and who booked the school's AV room to show us zeffirelli's romeo and juliet.

(in maths class!!!)

merry christmas x

peppermint pots and rainbows reaching down to the sea.

bury my heart at wounded knee

the tattoo of lightning on her knee

patti smith and her best friend robert mapplethorpe.

i've always loved this photo.she looks just like my aunties when they were this age.

no imaginary judments/of form,/the clouds

my father came to stay with us for a few days.
he lives in a hutt in the bush. with solar power and stain-glass windows.
he cooks outside on a fire, and his pots and kettle are all burned black.

he is like a wise and cheeky child.

WOLVES FOR MIRA

wolves to protect you. to always be beside you
in the shadows. to keep you safe and walk with you when you
go dreaming.