I looked away, but you remained, and when my gaze returned, I saw you at last. The same; yet transformed. For it was my vision that had changed. Not my eyes but my way of seeing. How often I had looked upon you, how many ways I had regarded you, and yet not seen. Not…
The sublime courtship
It was once so simple. They were children and they danced because they wanted to, holding on a little longer, tiny lights flickering like candles. Gentle…luminous…softly melting …gone by daybreak. She, who was not yet Queen, used to say: “One day I will make you my King.” He, who could not yet read between the…
The man with the same name
I keep my ex-lover’s secret; safe as the house we once shared. On her side of the bed, another sates the curiosity I now regret. Not her fault. Mine. Did I start it? Maybe, maybe not. I had known for years that it would come to this; sitting next to him, knowing she was marking…
My ten year love letter to no one
The art of the billet-doux is not dead (and neither am I) You may well ask – with some justification, I might add – why anyone would dedicate themselves to the writing of over 600 love letters across a ten year period without sending any of them. You may also wonder for whom these unmailed…
They are all you
Ever since I met you, I have always known. It is not that they are shadows, nor you their ghostly forebear. Neither do they replace you, or simply stand in your place. They shall not follow in your wake, nor wear thy lovely crown. The shiver of your love shall not be stilled in their…
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TWO is an award winning ‘meta’ romance; where the post-modern boy/girl thing suddenly gets very real and the rules of engagement change forever. Love may well be a game – until you get hurt. Because one & one will always make two. Shot in around St Kilda in 2010, this minimalist 53 minute romance was…
Love letter # 597 Perhaps all I ever did was pay attention. After all, that’s what beauty is. Noticing.
Love letter # 572 Your light is the colour of possibility. In your luminous arena I believe. Here is the spring, unfettered by inevitable autumn. As I walk in the shine of your promise I feel you near; around the next bend. We will see one another, and we will know, and there will be…
Love letter # 600 Do I take the risk? Become vulnerable again. Open up to the possibility of joy and sorrow. Let someone in. We are no longer young and driven by the compulsions of sex and coupling. We have lived through the multiple disappointments of damaged intimacy and witnessed the collapse of flawed fantasy….
Love letter # 515 My love for you has a mystical quality. It connects me. Blurs the borders of self. At times it is like I become you. I cannot fully explain it, so I will not try. In place of words, of formulations, I will simply be with you; and, if you wish it,…
Love letter # 0707 14. That’s how many years. Since you sat across from me. Dissolved me in your gaze. Seems like forever now. Yet…but an instant. A thought. The triggering of a current in my wires. I may not be the same man, but the body holds the charge you left in me. The…
Love letter # 518 We said no, even though we were on the cusp of yes. Looking at old phone footage – the way we interact, how close we stand, the way our bodies seem to signal a kind of unity – I see it clearly. More than ever. But it wasn’t to be. Our…
Love letter # 569 Someone once told me, “Shopgirls, they never mean it.” I knew what she was alluding to. Over the counter flirtation is just that. A retail game. Something to oil the machine of the day. “Don’t read anything into it.” Of course not. But then again…there are days when the check-out flirt…
Love letter # 687 Was that you in the corner of the room? Is that why you kept looking across, your eyes seeming to invite connection? I rarely visit past haunts. They hold no attraction. Life moves in different orbits these days. Sometimes a few years will pass between returns. Each time the ghosts seem…
Love letter # 551 We paused on the brink of forever and left with never. So close to everything yet ending with nothing. Had you leant in for that kiss, I would not be here now. And you? Where would you be tonight?
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