Broken Beds & Subsidised Rents

They say We should pay Market rents That our lives Are Subsidised I am the one With the tortoise eyes Hooded and quiet My muscles slip away Into the broken bed A body harnessed to The extraction of wealth The … Continue reading


The Other Womb Door

He saw

Between the gaps

Of the womb door

A battle with death

A stand off

A show of strength, carnivalesque

Fearful of….Unknowing

Eyes closing

Trigger finger itching, proclaiming victory

Spaghetti western posturing

Missing the point of infinity…

So close!

The possibility that Birth’s explosion could be a witnessing

Of the meeting place

The tipping point

Supported by her thighs

Feet rooted to anchor, on any ground

Emerging from waves of power

That portal where Life and Death

Circle and dance, ecstatic and savage

Become one, unseparated

Crow caws this truth, as she sees it

Proclamation of victory, unnecessary

Dominique Santos 2014

Setting Intentions Part 2

Walking in the city

I hear Our Mother, deep mystery


Vibrating beneath the tarmac

And in the cracks

Of pocket sized woods

The rhythms of 2000 years of human habitation, the river flowing through it.

Appealing to a Crow

One morning, Early Autumn (I am drowning)

Though still listening

Walking by, in Springtime

He appears again, Crow Man against the Grey

Magpie flies past

While Swallow dances on a sweatshirt

Sweet Andorinha!

I may not remember the loving embrace of community built on respect

But I know it, deep in my bones

This knowing has called forever,

Set on the edges of Kalk Bay winter,

Slipping in and out of Alberton false awakenings,

I was scared, but held my breath

Letting go into darkness


And when I woke up

Morning light reminded me that I was…

Still Alive

Infused with this power

Unafraid and willing

To keep Moving

Steady Running

Sometimes Pausing

Always heading to the Source

Sure that in the balance of this light and the darkness that loves it,

I wake up

And become

A shining light

In the World