I married Pierre, the acerbic and belligerent artist
I also loved Colombian drug lords
Get promises in writing.
I left the city
I came to myself in darkness
Treasures were found in the tomb
Heavy with sweet crabmeat
Fuchshia gall mite
Full of quirky, easy allure
Some with secrets, ambiguities and contradictions.
Two dogs and a rubber dinghy
Highly spiced foods
Skeleton of a Celtic princess.
Ivory tower escapism issues
or a rugged inner pioneer life.
Scientifically balanced comfortable existence
Long unpaid state workers hinting at transformation
Uncontrollably marching north
Ravaging the popular sixteenth century architecture
Los Angeles experience helped me keep up with
Famous episodes, seared scallops
Customers are satisfied
Soft valleys, colour saturated
Perception of my vulnerable, expensive wine list
As thick as a man’s arm
Get happily lost
Fly to a Hollywood spirit house
Spend three weeks brushing with the reserved
Many unfamiliar noises, most enjoyable rituals
Silent marble hall
Little dog cemetery
26 metre long tunnel seemed a monumental
His signature medium
Southern California modernism, realism
Permanence and transience
Gentle art of touring
Midnight blue evening dress
Wonderful crab salad ($16)
Southermost margins dismissed by a rival painter
Twisted free to reassess and reconfigure
For a drink of earth
Night was just beginning
This monumental powerful surge opened fire on the city
Bursts of partridge
Gunshot, gun shy
I answered by a sob, scaring him, and I noticed
Sounds of salsa, big black kettle
Caught with the renowned Southern Californian artist
New moon, sea water flowing
He was crazy, shaking voice, muttered words
My eyes wide
Silence in the room, gaping hole in the street
Pale-coloured eyes of the ship’s rats.
Divorce wasn’t easy
Descend the ladder
Of that unlucky street
Los Angeles: verge of a breakdown
When I returned again to life, desperate for work
Heavy reality, reinventing myself, move on, then passing
You do things for a state of flux
Other daily commitments help you achieve
Worked the room pursuing new work
Freedom stood looking down at me
Watch collector’s dream:
Baby crabs escape mind and body
Tribe of people concerned with war
Ham, lentils, and cold marble tombs
Splendid bronze alias, statuary, follies
Passion of anger
Brandy and water, unknown before 1825.
Allow for one traffic warden’s prowling.
Abrasive young Irish retired steelworker
Got so mellow
Fertilised the female
Serious flaw, but in a good way.
30,000 invaders, barbarians, migrated
Hear them shout, “Is he dead?”
I remember strings
Feathered with friseé creamed salt fish
Highly spiced and replete
Deep-red ranges, underwater excavation
Wide band of fried quiet stability
Odd black heavy sprays, firing signals of distress
Carrots hung as a talisman
Killed by a Swiss
Pantyhose may need adjusting
Unpredictable birds, psychedelia’s trailblazers
Plastic surgeon husband
Bodies and finances lift the atmosphere now.
Sickness of an unused wounded caramel custard
The busy season
Estranged sleeping patterns
Now and then a dark decorative style celebrates the ephemeral bizarre shapes
One dream comes true
I’d love to see into the garden
Beans or peas
Wisely hiding themselves.
Mink musk expressed on the palate
Baking lured the next big adventure
Females destined to dwell underwater
Made a dreadful mistake
Shattered rock, eyes focused, betrayed the shock
Black suede headaches
Limped back from the wilderness
Heard the screams
Bloodstained mask leaves warnings.
A constable overlooking the sea showed no emotion
Octopus, shrimp and gurnard
Little crab. Doom.
Womanhood breaking in from the fire, cutting through cornichons.
Gaping mouths inhale, stretched to breaking point
Branded by a hot grill
He was going to kill me.
Cold ground tribal leader
Rain-swollen face that hypnotises
Clouded by suspicion
The coral entombed her
Gang bang types nest contentedly
Seemed terribly civilised
Trying to uncover cloud forest
A dozen illegal husbands contorted with fury, sobbing wildly.
A pile of sticks draped in moss-rose have a beauty
Slowly and calmly baited with scent
Capers, 2 eschallots
Two small jibs distract the senses
We lie silent with fond abandon
Fish-nets float through pores
Those living and dead simultaneously sat up with a jerk
Ivory caribou jewels flashing
Scented paper, a deep rose dress
Dribble of saliva bubbled on the leaves
Cosmic climate, golden and sticky, always changing
The lights drew nearer
Venemous living weapons
Sunrise saved me
An exotic air filtered through yellow cubes of butter
We found a pass in a continual kitchen and parlour jungle
Taking such a risk, sipping a mug of peppermint
Finding a high magnetic needle
Dimming the lights of the forbidden lesions.
Diarrhoea seemed constant.
I was surviving at least.
Out of chemistry, the biggest danger
Oil, vinegar, salt and pepper
Name recalled the time white-skinned idiots
Carefully concealed catnip and lard with extra coriander
Contorted trees, difficult childbirth
Red fox, mink, wolverine
Ruby Woo red lips
Many nights out .
Long sheer limestone face recalling shades of mint, coriander and parsley
Curving away, harnessed to the sled
Knocked off his feet, made me feel better.
Skulls that were holding charcuterie, oysters, parfait
Triumphantly free, dizzily swirling waters
Faint scar of the airstrip
All the others drift over us
Crisp night air
Another form of pain.
The silent frozen mountain people
Their versions of Madonna and Beyoncé looked dangerously through the jungle
Mixture of scents get lost
Chilli, mango and red onion
Water in the darkness, an opaque world
Guides and carriers, ready to crank practically everything
Heard birds singing
Employed the principle from the original down-filled parka and fuelled their nonchalance
Sparkling trees grew taller in an unyielding arc
Gathered native remedies; crushed garlic, stinging nettles
Ugly and old
Holding onto the wall whenever they felt tired
Crossing a creek into a sun bathed area
Loyalty and courage
Stretchy grass skirts, scalding hot soup
Ghosts of smoke rising lazily
Suspension bridge opened the entrance
Last on the roof
Face the broad rivers and white slopes of cornflour
A visitor beat the egg whites
Several million dollars of sorcery
Honey, soy sauce and garlic
Chest-deep, delicious feeling, air felt warm
An almost sheer low intensity
Boiling salted water ran downstream
Impatient to get extra sriracha sauce supplies by plane
Far below we saw myriad bright baby marrows
The divide between crudités, terrine and steak was a nightmare
Hugging my knees
Powerful legs set the new traps.
Chopped parsley asked to the boom, headed upstream
Kohlrabi coffee beans display their majesty on top of me
Olfactory calling card got stuck between the strangers.
Twinkling salt sprinkled in the sky.
Stars enveloped in a swirling mist slanting across spruce trees.
The brittle birches’ muted greens. Medicinal herbs stopped and refused cornichons and green onions.
North side of the range
Motorised sled stays level barely an hour.
Midnight the next day
Zucchini growing dangerously big
Celery, radish, a three knot current
Silence is suddenly left shaken
Blended in the water.
Earth is a hiding place.
Chopped oregano hollered in Portuguese from another planet among tall buildings
Anchovy, lemon, garlic
Muscles moving slowly, striding boldly across
egg-yolks until we fall asleep.
Meaning and symbolism
Sun remains high
Rectangular melon quote
Pays cash for eggs
Points out future water.
Half-remembered, lashed together
We need water
Too toxic for hot tubs, mini-oceans, fishing boats, buckets of water, almost everything
Sodium sulphate wrapped in lamé
Lots of great parties.
Bright red flowers
Night of celebration
Return from the river
Expertly inject the potion
The setting is startling
Coal-fired power plants
Red and orange
Tall grass heaving
Gray cheeks of a corpse deadened the water
Dead spirits deeply and permanently destroyed the camp sites.
Lost to the future
Canoe these chilly lakes
Find beautiful animals
The wire baskets radiate like iris petals.
Traditional distribution of gifts
I could roller skate
Colour splashes bright
Trees and rocks
React with disbelief
I like to kick.
Trees starting to change
Swooping with pointed wings that seemed metallic, raspy and thick
Strong at nine
Five red foxes enjoyed life and raised lots of hell
Floating, the dead move through
Groggy animal, playing on the shore,
Reminds me of Disneyland.