So I'm sitting in this cafe and the coffee arrives and it's kinda how I like it, but not really, just slightly wrong, but that's okay because it tastes good and I'm not gonna be here for very long anyway so I can always get a better one somewhere else. The morning's barely an hour … Continue reading Love to know: A parable
When I left home to get married at the age of 20 turning 21, my Dad sat in the lounge room playing his guitar and shouted, 'Seeya David,' as I lugged the last of my bags to the car. I have no idea how he felt about it because we never spoke about it. But … Continue reading Separation anxiety: the darkest of times
A kiss, but not a kiss A moment of connection, and also contempt. Those eyes, dark and foreboding, laughing with, or at, me. The casual and forceful exhalation of cigarette smoke in my direction ... towards the lens, towards my eyes, one of them closed but stung nevertheless. The ultimate act of dismissal. Or seduction. … Continue reading Coffee and cigarettes: A captured moment
No need to load the bullet Or knot the rope I’m gone already If I found knowing, then what is this? What ignorance, tormented If I found life, then what is this? What else did I find? The room and the keys A vision of what will, what could Be But everyone sang In … Continue reading Assisted suicide: a Valentine’s Day poem about love
The cuttings of Scruff's extraordinary life are stuffed into a fat, brown leather wallet, along with his personal documents, references, some photos and books. Anything that's been written about Scruff, by anyone, at any time over the past few decades, is in this file. His personal library. It's so full the zip barely closes. It … Continue reading One Tree Hill: A conversation with Scruff
Red nails: a poem I saw a woman removing her nail polish by Doctor's orders three days out from the knife. And as the last of it was wiped away, I saw her eyes, all red and glistening. Funny how a simple swipe can remove so much.
One of the best descriptions of relational encounter you will read, by therapist James H. Olthuis, in The Beautiful Risk: So when time and again—no matter what I throw at you or how I test you, no matter how I attack or pull back or digress—you continue to announce your availability without defense or without … Continue reading The Beautiful Risk: Self-other encounter