Bayswater poems, Poems & stories, Soundscape

Bayswater (visits from the past)

Visits from the past in the present 

In my dream, my grandparents house has been renovated by new owners.

Visits from the past in the present 

A modern, west coast palace.

Visits from the past in the present 

The backyard pool has become an entire ocean. I visit inside, the walls are cool and somber.

Visits from the past in the present 

The new owners barely look up, they seem to expect these visits from the past.

Visits from the past in the present
Ponder the future
Children, friends, family
In each of them I find myself 

Poems & stories

Lady of the Maison

Lady of the maison, a dozen eyes, front and behind.
Before the fridge door creaks, she’ll demand “what will you eat?
I shan’t have some of that”, she’ll say, “far too sugary for a snack.
I’d rather eat that for breakfast, you’d better save me some of that.”

Poems & stories

The French Remedy

-How are you feeling today? Are you eating?

Not much. I haven’t really had time…

-I can give you something for that. Have you been to the toilet?

Not much. I haven’t eaten…

-I can give you something for that.  Are you in pain?

A little, I guess I only gave birth last night…                                                             

-I can give you something for that. How’s the breast feeding? Do you need any help?

I’m okay.

-Are you sure? I can give you something for that. Here, let me check. (uninvited nipple squeeze) Ooh la-la, I see, no problem – iz good, iz good

A French hospital experience – March 2016



Bayswater poems, Poems & stories

Bayswater Dreaming (a sound poem)

Listen to Bayswater Dreaming sound poem

A house unlike any I’d lived in, a real home

Cookie coloured carpet with chocolate swirls

trodden and marked by all five children

Panoramique view looking out to an endless street

through the lounge room window

Frosted glass doors

slide out to the passage

A forbidden bedroom

Another, empty

Purple-pastelled bathroom, dusted in talcum velour

Green mesh patio with a see-through roof

gives light to banana trees and thorny succulents

Topaz crystal sparkles in

from the pool

My tropical Bayswater universe

Adults eat, drink, gamble

in a makeshift games room

I escape to the garden

The pecan and the lemon tree are my favourites

Climb up for a better view

beyond the fence

Little stream borders slick wet lawn

School boys home for the weekend

I jump

Down by the glistening pool

and think about

Getting in

Bayswater poems, Poems & stories, Soundscape

Bayswater, César & Rosalie

Le film César et Rosalie me revient à travers un rêve. Je me trouve dans la maison de mes grand-parents à Perth en Australie. Le décor devient celui du film, la maison est un mélange entre la maison du film et celle, réelle, de mes vacances. Tout est mélangé. Pourtant la maison n’appartient à aucun des personnages présents dans mon histoire : elle a été vendue. Je suis donc devenue une étrangère dans ce lieu si familier. Le parquet est remplacé par le sable de la plage, il est sombre à l’intérieur. Au loin, on voit une fine tranche d’océan. Mes grand-parents habitait assez loin de l’océan. Pourtant j’ai toujours un souvenir d’eau quand je pense à leur maison. Peut-être parce que leur cité s’appelle Bayswater. Peut-être parce que l’image de leur piscine dans le jardin où j’ai passé mon enfance ne me quittera jamais.


César et Rosalie (1972)

César et Rosalie (1972)