Kiss Me



Can you hear footsteps? There is a presence in this room. Are you coming to meet me in this musty tomb? My heart beats too loudly. My breath is too fast. Come to my chamber, to kiss me at last.


Jetlag dreaming.

My first day back in Australia … and I’m running low on zeds. I love jetlag… it really does makes sense out of madness. I’m back on the shift. Raring to go. I’m afraid there is going to be a little retrospective of the last few months. It was awesome. What more can I say? Bare with me, or is that bear? Ah ..semantics. 

nude on tree

photo: Jeni McMillan