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Tuesday, March 21, 2023

Darkness Shines by Paneye (music video)

Filmed in Elizabeth Bay February 2023

Saturday, March 18, 2023

Bamboo swamp full of goats

The bamboo swamp at the back of my parent’s house is now encircled with electric fence in preparation for the goats. The goats will feast on the bamboo and shrubs, clearing the land in preparation for a terraced vegetable garden. 


Friday, March 17, 2023

Friday, March 10, 2023

Wattle Valley Shanty Town

The windscreen was covered in golden wattle stems and powdery pollen as the police cruiser slowly pulled to a stop in the valley's clearing. Jasper and his dad had arrived here on a strong tip that the child snatcher was hiding out amongst the wattle valley-dwelling community.

It had taken nearly 3 hours of slow driving down a barely perceptible fire trail, through dense wattle trees, to reach the clearing. The people who lived in this valley didn't want to be found and they hardly ever left this place except on the rare occasion that essential supplies from the nearest township were needed. Having settled here long ago, the valley dwellers had gradually learned to live almost entirely off of the land.

Jasper and his dad sat quietly in the police cruiser for a moment as a short, rotund woman emerged from a thick wattle bush to greet them in the clearing. The woman was dressed in a dirty yellow linen poncho which appeared to have been fashioned out of a bed sheet. Her face and hair were also stained yellow, the same colour as the wattles.

Jasper's dad, Officer Rice, stepped out of the cruiser to greet her.

"Excuse me, Madam. Sorry to intrude but I am here on official police business."

Officer Rice held up a neatly laminated mugshot of the child snatcher as he continued his introduction.

"We have received information that this man has taken up residence in Wattle Valley."

The rotund woman briefly glanced at the laminated mugshot, grunted dismissively and turned back into the yellow wattle bush, gesturing with a flabby arm for Officer Rice to follow her.

Officer Rice turned back to Jasper, who had gotten out of the cruiser and was standing timidly behind his father. 

"Follow me Jas, but stay close. These valley folk aren't like the people back in town. They can be a bit aggressive towards outsiders."

They both approached the wattle bushes, which had swallowed the rotund woman whole, leaving no trace of her. Officer Rice reached forward with both arms outstretched and parted the fronds. 

It was such a thick bush that it was impossible to see where she had gone and in which direction, but they pushed forward through the wattles. They were engulfed from all sides and the wattles covered them in a sweet, sticky nectar. Their clothes were stained a golden yellow.

The trickle of a stream coming from somewhere deep in the wattles was an aural map for them to follow through the thick wattle maze. They continued to push through the sticky flowers, towards the sound of the water, until they finally emerged in a large field of bright green grass covered in shiny dew drops that glistened in the sun.

The field was a sight to behold. Running through the middle of the field was the tricking stream, and beyond the stream, hugging it closely, was the shanty town. The tiny shanty town homes were neatly arranged on a grid, with small dirt paths cutting between the square-shaped shacks. The shacks appeared to have been constructed from an arrangement of corrugated iron sheets, mud brick walls and wood. Rope had been strung between the various shacks from which hung rags and dried fish meat. 

The shanty town appeared largely deserted of adults, aside the rotund woman who was standing on a duckboard bridge that crossed the narrow stream. Several groups of young children sat outside the nearest shanty town shacks and were curiously looking towards Officer Rice and his son. The officer immediately recognised the faces of the children as some of the missing kids who had disappeared from the towns that surrounded the valley. Hundreds of children had gone missing in the past several years and Officer Rice had spent many sleepless nights poring over the photos of the missing children, searching for clues.

Officer Rice looked towards the rotund woman. She grunted and pointed further downstream to where a dam and large reservoir had been dug out by the townsfolk. Unattended bamboo fishing rods had been stabbed into the earth and fish lines, attached to the ends of the bamboo poles, had been cast into the water. The reservoir, aside providing drinking water for the shanty town, was also a fish nursery and food source.

Officer Rice and Jasper crossed the duckboards that lay across the stream and began walking towards a shack that was built in a pit below ground level, up against the dirt walls of the dam. This shack was different from the other homes and very unusual as it was surrounded by a leafless thicket of twigs and branches. Hanging from the twigs was an array of hundreds of small doll's heads that had been tied to the twigs by their plastic hair and left to dangle in a ghoulish display.

Tentatively, Officer Rice and Jasper drew nearer to the shack surrounded by dead bushes and doll's heads. The wooden door of the shack creaked open and out hopped a bizarrely deformed woman. The woman had one good leg, her right leg, but her left leg was a dangle of flesh that resembled an ear lobe. She hopped towards them using a homemade crutch that she had fashioned out of a gum tree branch. The crutch was wedged under her armpit. Both of her arms, from her bicep down, dangled in droopy flesh to points similar to starfish arms. The only limb that wasn't deformed was her right leg that she used support her body weight, aided by the gum tree branch crutch.

The deformed woman grimaced as Officer Rice drew closer. She exhaled sharply and then yelled "Hey Daddy! Why you coppers come round here? You ain't gonna find nothing!"

The deformed woman's face was attractive and fine featured, framed with long brown dreadlocks. Her nose had two large silver rings piercing both nostrils and her face was smeared with dirt and appeared to be bruised. 

She began laughing hysterically. Menacingly. Spittle flew from her mouth in the direction of the officer and his son. 

Officer Rice was unsettled. As the deformed woman continued laughing, the officer heard a stir from a large burrow beside the shack. The burrow travelled at a sharp angle into the earth and it wasn't easily noticed because it was covered in large grass stems that partially concealed the circular entrance.

The grass at the burrow's entrance parted and out emerged the large body of the child snatcher. He had the robust body of a miner, wearing a blue singlet, with heavy stubble covering the lower half of this face and unnaturally thick eyebrows covering the upper half. He took one sharp look at Officer Rice, leapt from the burrow and began running up towards the dam, moving at a much quicker pace than you would expect from a man with such a hefty, bulky body.

"See ya, Baby Doll!" The child snatcher called towards the deformed woman. With a final glance towards Officer Rice, the child snatcher took a swan dive into the dam and began swimming at a great speed towards the other side of the reservoir. 

Officer Rice took off running around the dirt wall of the reservoir, hoping to cut off the child snatcher's escape on the other side of the dam, but the child snatcher swam at the speed of a crocodile and before Officer Rice had circled a quarter of the dam the child snatcher had emerged from the water at the other side of the reservoir and began fleeing into a thicket of wattles at the far edge of the field.

"Stay here Jas! Back-up is already on the way!"

Officer Rice then began yelling into his police radio that he had located the infamous child snatcher and to send all units to Wattle Valley.

Jasper ignored Officer Rice’s commands and began running towards his father. Officer Rice was running as fast as he could, taking great strides towards the wattle bushes that the child snatcher had disappeared into. As he drew closer to the wattle thicket he drew his police baton and held it in front of him like a sword before he plunged into the yellow foliage, wading through the spongy wattles that drenched him in more thick nectar and pollen. His blue police uniform was already stained yellow from pushing through the previous wattle thickets, but by now the wattles had turned his dark hair yellow and covered his face in golden nectar. Officer Rice was now a bright yellow colour from head to toe.

The wattles soon gave way to another field. This field was a long, narrow corridor that was tightly sandwiched between steep, grassy slopes on either side. The grass was cut short and impeccably manicured like a golf course and it covered the steep slopes smoothly and entirely. Standing on top of these perfectly manicured grass slopes, on both sides holding surfboards, were hundreds of children. As soon as the officer emerged in the clearing the children leaped onto their surfboards and began riding down the valley slopes just as if they were surfing an ocean wave. They zigzagged down the smooth grassy inclines and began swooping in front of Officer Rice. The child surfers would slide across the field and then up the opposite slope's walls, like skateboarders on a ramp sliding back and forth. Officer Rice had to dodge and weave between the laughing children to avoid being bowled over. 

The children began calling out to each other in menacing, high-pitched voices.

"Get him! Hit him! Get the old man!"

Officer Rice noticed how sharp the points of these surfboards were and realised that at the speeds these children were travelling he was at real risk of being impaled. Luckily, Officer Rice was agile and was able to dodge the flying harpoons to reach the far end of the field. 

As Officer Rice dodged the final swoop of a child surfer he heard piercing howls of pain coming from the edge of the field. He followed the howls to a tall gum tree and ran around behind the gum’s thick trunk. Behind the tree the child snatcher was lying with his ankle caught in a rusty metallic object on the ground. Officer Rice noticed that it was a large bear trap that had snapped over the child snatcher's ankle, almost severing his foot. The child snatcher looked up at the officer with a helpless and pleading look on his face.

"Get it off me. Please. It's gonna chop my fucking foot off."

Officer Rice held his radio up to his cheek and signaled to the police back-up that the suspect had been detained and the missing children had been located. He then sat down in the grass beside the child snatcher, ignoring his cries of pain, and began wiping the sticky nectar from his face with a handkerchief.

Back towards the steep, grassy slopes Jasper had stopped running after his father and had instead turned his attention towards a small girl who was smiling at him. She wasn't carrying a surfboard and had motioned to Jasper to follow her up the grassy slope.

Jasper was mesmerised by how pretty this girl was and began clambering up the slippery slope, following her to the top.

As if being caught in an unseen current, Jasper felted hypnotised and couldn’t help but be very drawn to the girl, as if she had cast a powerful spell on him and he was now in an inescapable riptide. 

As Jasper reached the top of the slope he found the girl sitting, staring out over the vast yellow valley of wattles.

"It's beautiful here. We can do whatever we want," she said wistfully.

The girl looked towards Jasper with teary eyes.

"Don't let the adults from the town come here. They will ruin everything with their rules."

Jasper sat beside the small girl and they both stared over the yellow valley together as the sounds of police sirens wailed and drew closer in the distance.

In that moment Jasper forgot his father entirely and instead began to feel a deep and longing desire to stay in this yellow forest for the rest of his life. 

The girl entwined her soft fingers in Jasper’s, stood up and began leading him into a particularly thick wall of yellow wattles. As the wattle’s sticky fronds engulfed Jasper’s body, he held on tightly to the girl’s hand as the dense golden forest swallowed the sounds of the police sirens and the outside world.

Thursday, March 9, 2023

Saturday, March 4, 2023

Thursday, March 2, 2023

Flooded Childhood Streets

The park they were in was enormous, with gently undulating grass that was soft and spongy when they walked on it. Will and Johahn had strolled over to the thin, concrete bike path that snaked through the park, crossed it, and had reached the place where Johahn would film Will’s music video. It was a flatter area of the park where the grass was especially soft. Johahn had chosen this particular place because it would allow Will to fall down on the spongy grass from great heights without hurting himself.

Will walked away from Johahn in preparation for the first shoot. 

"Ready?" Will called to Johahn. 

"Okay go!" Johahn shouted out to Will, while clutching her camera.

Will began running fast across the green grass and took a giant leap into the air. He flew high into the sky and began doing a series of back flips, side flips and front flips before landing neatly on his feet. Will felt a sense of wonder. He had no idea he could jump that high, at least 10 meters high or more. It was super human and he stood there stunned in his landing position for a moment.

With wide eyes Will walked over to Johahn.

“Did you see that? Good lord! I had no idea I could do that"

Johahn shrugged and winked, "Yeah of course you can." 

They both looked at the camera and watched a replay of the scene. Will flying high into the sky and performing a complicated series of twists that made him look like a comic book hero. 

Will and Johahn both agreed that they had captured the scene they wanted and it would make a perfect addition to their music video project.  

“Let's go for a walk and check out Shark Beach. It's a nice day,” Johahn suggested. 

"Okay, but I bet it's crowded today." 

They began their walk across the park and towards the coast.

It wasn't a long walk to the beach but the sun was burning brightly in the sky which caused them both to sweat profusely. 

As they arrived at the beach, they walked along the sand and up towards the rocky cliffs at the far end of the bay. Drawing closer to the cliffs, Will turned his head and glanced out at the nets that ran out to sea in a semi-circle around the beach. The waters here were infested with bull sharks and the council had decided to erect the nets after several dogs were eaten by the bulls. Owners would bring their dogs down to the beach and throw sticks into the sea for the dogs to retrieve, like an oceanic game of fetch. As the dogs paddled out to the floating sticks the sharks would eat them in an explosion of salt water and yelping.

"I told you the beach would be crowded today," Will said, turning to Johahn. 

Johahn was gone.

“I feed on your sadness like a cockroach feeds on dead skin cells.”

Will looked down and his clothes were all gone. He was stark naked on the crowded beach, surrounded by families with small children. 

Will stood stone still as panic welled up inside him. He felt the sun burning his naked body. Surely someone was going to call the police for indecent exposure, but to his surprise no one on the beach appeared to notice. It was as if he wasn’t there at all. 

Taking care not to draw extra attention to himself, Will began to slowly walk up and away from the beach towards the large boat shed that sat in a picnic area, away from the crowds by the shore. As he walked towards the boat shed, the beach dwellers went about their business and appeared to hardly register him. 

“Should I cup my private’s with my hands or should I just walk completely exposed?” Will thought to himself. 

“Perhaps no one is registering my nakedness because I’m not acting like I’m naked. If I just walk normally and don’t try to hide myself, maybe they will continue to be blind to my exposed body?”

Will decided to appear outwardly unfazed and walked at a steady pace towards the sanctuary of the boat shed, away from the public’s potential gaze and alarm. Part of him felt that the herds of people at the beach must be so entranced in their hypnotised minds that a naked man walking amongst them was totally invisible. It reminded Will of his experience with the elevators at his apartment complex. Almost every time he pressed the elevator button at his apartment building, the doors would slide open and a glazed-eyed person would walk out, register they were on the wrong level, apologise and return to the elevator like a zombie. Will would find these frequent encounters with glazed-eyed people disturbing, but for once he was grateful to be surrounded by these blind and hypnotised entities. 

“Oi Will!” 

Will turned his head to see a group of his old work colleagues from a company he had worked at long ago. They were sitting under a tree by the boat shed. 

“Will. Where are your clothes you funny fucker? You’re bloody mental, man!”

Alex approached Will with a huge grin on his face. 

“Come into the boat shed, mate. We have a bag of your clothes in there that you left behind at the office when left the job.”

Will thought this was strange. How is that possible? Will hadn’t worked-with or seen Alex in a long time. Why would Alex have kept a bag of his clothes? It had been at least 10 years since he left the job. Besides, why would they be in the boat shed? 

Nonetheless, Will followed Alex into the boat shed. It appeared to have been converted into dormitory-style rooms on the inside with beds, clothes and squashed cans of beer littering the hallways. The doors of the bedrooms were ajar and Will could see beer bottles and dirty bongs on the floor. 

“Is this where you live Alex?”

“Yeah mate, it’s a party house innit,” Alex said in his London cockney-style accent. 

“Wait here mate!” Alex went into a room and sure enough emerged with a bag of Will’s old clothes. Will thanked Alex and hurriedly changed into shorts and a t-shirt. Alex handed him a pair of old sandals. “Here mate you can keep these. Come out the back and check this out!”

Alex led Will out to the back of the boat shed where a rusty old dinghy was mounted on wooden blocks on the floor. 

“Lovely isn’t she, Will? Have a seat mate. It’s really comfy.”

Will climbed into the dinghy and sat on a little pillow that cushioned the dinghy’s metallic sitting bench. 

As Will sat in the boat he felt the entire boat being lifted from behind and carried towards the back entrance of the boat shed. Will turned his body and saw that Alex had lifted the entire boat off the floor and was running with it. How Alex could possibly be that strong was a mystery. The boat with Will inside it must have weighed over 200 kilograms. 

“Will, we have to get out of here man!” Alex panted.

Will heard the voice of what sounded like an old man coming from somewhere inside the boat shed. 

“Hey! You bring my boat back here right now! You bastards!”

The old man was yelling as Alex carried Will and the boat out of the back entrance’s double doors, and into the forest behind the boat shed.

The forest was cold, with a light dusting of snow on the ground. The sunny day had transformed into a pale, grey sky with fine snow falling in a powder. The forest was alpine and resembled the snowy forest of Narnia when Lucy entered the wardrobe and emerged near the lamppost. 

“How is this possible? It doesn’t snow in Sydney!” Will exclaimed to Alex.

Alex ignored this and instead muttered “We have to find a stream so we can paddle away from that old git.”

Alex carried the boat and Will through the forest and sure enough a little river appeared between the fir trees. Sliding the boat into the water, Alex clambered aboard and they began floating down the river, away from the calls of the old man. 

They sat in the boat in silence and allowed the river to carry them through the forest. Before long, the trees began to thin and large houses began to line either side of the river. These were Victorian-style terrace houses that are common in the city and inner western suburbs of Sydney. 

Will peered into the river water and noticed that the river was actually a flooded asphalt street. The boat had entered a flooded Sydney suburb which Will recognised as Newtown. This was a suburb where he had spent an early portion of his childhood, back in Newtown’s bohemian 1980’s and early 90’s period. 

As the boat began floating down Pearl Street, a street where Will had once lived, the huge Victorian terraces loomed over the flooded road casting long shadows over the water. Will wondered how this once thriving and busy suburb had now become flooded and empty. Will turned to Alex to ask him how this had happened, but Alex had made himself comfortable at the back of the boat and had already drifted off to sleep. Will smiled and looked up at the Pearl Street houses and began to enjoy the solitude and soundlessness of his submerged childhood street. He decided that the flooded emptiness of this place was an improvement and that he hoped it remained this way forever. 

Sunday, February 26, 2023

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Friday, February 17, 2023

Thursday, February 16, 2023

Sunday, February 5, 2023

Friday, January 27, 2023

The Train Station of Pine Needles

It was a sun-soaked day. We were at Gough Whitlam Park, somewhere in the vicinity of Wolli Creek.

The train station loomed beside the muddy creek, nestled amongst a forest of Australian pine trees. The pines had dropped their long fronds and covered the entrance to the station in a twiggy sea of brown and faded green lined patterns.

The station was an old structure made entirely of oak, giving it the mixed resemblance of a tree house and a medieval ship. Above the train tracks was a crisscross of timber walkways that connected gnarled wooden towers, overshadowing the platforms, which housed abandoned shop fronts and cafes.

I walked towards the station, trailing behind Eddy who carried a large backpack, his eyes covered by rectangular black sunglasses. We had to cross to the other side of the station to get to our train's platform and in order to do this we had to climb the station's lumber stairways to cross the train tracks. The stairs were covered in pine needles and I listened to them crackle and crunch under my boots as I ascended them. The stairs climbed higher until they reached a large complex of terraces and empty rooms that once entertained a bustle of people, food and artisan stalls. It was now a melancholy, empty place. 

Eddy was walking quickly ahead and he was so eager to get to our train that I lost sight of him as he crossed a high walkway across the train tracks and disappeared into a dark building across the way. I followed after him and crossed a crooked wooden footbridge, approaching a doorway at the bridge's end.

Upon entering the old building I was surrounded by dusty brown shelves and tables. Clay flowerpots with small, red flowers were lined up and neatly spaced along the shelves and tables. I walked through the room of pots to a staircase that spiraled downwards and began to descend the creaky stairs. I was several stories above the platform and as I made my way down the spiraling stairs I passed more rooms full of clay flowerpots, neatly arranged, and old people stooped and browsing the pots with intent interest as if they were admiring paintings in an art gallery.

The stairs led me to the station's platform where there was a sea of old people milling about. I caught sight of Eddy's face poking up above the sea of white heads and I walked towards him further down the platform, trying not to lose sight of him again.

I finally caught up with Eddy, who had dumped his backpack and was sitting on a waist-high wooden beam. The platform was built above the muddy creek and through the gaps in the wood I watched the brown water flow beneath in a pleasant sounding trickle. 

A sound of metallic, squeaking brakes startled us. Our train had arrived. It was a big, steel steam train that blarred a loud horn as it pumped a great jet of cloudy steam from its funnel. This train only had one destination which was an express service to the Hunter Valley. Eddy and I boarded the train, found some comfortable seats and I dozed off into a deep sleep before the long journey up the coast began.

Eddy roused me from my sleep. We had arrived. We disembarked the train onto a small concrete platform that sat in a giant field of yellow grass that stretched out into the far distance. This train station was completely deserted and windswept. We walked down the platform, passing by a vacant ticket stall, and made our way to a bitumen road that snaked its way through the windy, grassy plain and over a distant hill. We set out on foot and began following the road. The grass eventually turned from yellow to grey. The sky was pale and sunless. 

After a few hours of walking we arrived at a clearing in the grass that was dotted with man-sized holes in the dirt. It gave the impression of a rabbit warren for large rabbits. This is what Eddy and I had come all this way for and we were excited to explore this maze of tunnels to see where they would lead. We slipped into the nearest hole and made our way down into the earth, stooping our heads as the tunnels were only about 5 feet high. Occasional beams of light from other holes would illuminate the tunnels, but as we descended deeper the tunnels began to glow an orange colour. There was an otherworldly light source coming from the earth itself and so we could see quite clearly deep in those tunnels. 

As we made our way deeper underground little alcoves began to appear, etched into the dirt walls, where old rags and bedding were arranged. It seemed that people had once lived in these tunnels, but they had all vanished. It felt spooky so we decided to leave.

As we made our way back to the surface, the orange glow had become dimmer and we struggled in the dark. Eventually the beams of light from the holes in the surface appeared in the distance and we followed them until we reached an entrance to the grassy field. As we clambered out of a hole we noticed that the grass had become greyer than before and the wind was blowing in great gusts causing the expanse of grass to rise and fall like waves in a cold ocean.

Saturday, January 21, 2023

Life of Pan


Treffry Bussin

 My left and right hand men 

Thursday, January 12, 2023

Gig with Destiny Dragon at El Roco


El Roco

 Pre-gig meditation at El Roco 

Wednesday, January 11, 2023

October Rust

 My greatest musical influence on my new T-shirt - October Rust. Introduced to me many years ago in a school yard in Glebe by Jasper

Wednesday, January 4, 2023

New Gig at El Roco with Destiny Dragon

 I’ve been booked for my second gig at El Roco (Sydney’s oldest Jazz club) for Jan 12, 2023. I’ll be playing acoustic ballads while the audience sketches the nude Destiny Dragon 

Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Freedom Ragu

Waiting for my pork ragu, outside kings cross police station. Ahhh the taste of freedom and a clean, bright future. 

Thursday, December 29, 2022



Monday, December 26, 2022

Cat Queen of Castle Hill

Boxing day was a trip to visit a very old feline Queen-friend of mine who once ruled Cherrybrook, but now rules Castle Hill. I then burnt my cakes walking the Edgecliff backroads home.


Saturday, December 24, 2022

The Pied Piper of the Blue Mountains

Taking my nieces down to the pond to look for tadpoles and frogs


Friday, December 23, 2022

Incantations by Paneye (2022)

Incantations by Paneye 2022

Download here: Incantations 2022

Words, Music, Voice by Will Treffry

Art by Johahn

All recorded 2021-2022 on Ocean Street

1. Knowing The Oaks

2. Under The Night Of Pan

3. They Live In Your Blood

4. Emeralds From Paradise

5. Honeycomb Lungs

6. Darkness Shines

7. Descend Beneath The Moon

8. Think Yourself Deathless

9. I Inherit Sleep

10. The Summer Died

11. Pisces Is Leviathan 



Knowing The Oaks


My great grandfather was a druid

He collected nature's healing fluids

In his cauldron of oak leaves

He had knowledge of the oak trees

A father of the northern woods

He lived where tall stones stood

Ruling with his twig haired birch queen

In dense foliage by a gentle stream

Under the ringed solar gleam


Under The Night Of Pan


The solid ground is fragile

The void

Of sky and space is eternal

Nothingness is permanent


Solid can be broken apart

The ancient trees drew their gnarled roots

Out from the earth and followed him

Stepped on a diamond lattice

Of clay

And rotten leaves

Broken open he

Disappeared beneath

The forest

The moon above whispers

All that is great

Is built upon pyramids of sorrow


Emeralds From Paradise


Swirling senselessly

I have no form, just a haphazard heap

Of dispersion 

Floating here for several years

On a river of your tears

Now I am a part of the current

I flow wherever it takes me

Face down I float in your stream

My melancholy life's but a dream

Emeralds from paradise

Invoked twice using blood

Emeralds from paradise

Her incantations turn me to mud

Purification and banishing

The comet tail

Always points away from the sun

Struck me down in the mud

Her incantations rained in a flood

And in your tide I drifted peacefully

The crimson currents filled up my lungs


Honeycomb Lungs


The tide

Sweeps me away

Horizon hides

Behind screens of turquoise rain

I'm going insane

So I'll hold my tongue

Silent red eyes

And honeycomb lungs

My brother nearby

In a ghost gum cave

Resting our minds

On this quiet blue mountain top plain


Darkness Shines


Fold the world

Bold girl

Hold and unfurl

A hole and a swirl

Powdered bones

A barren soul in a girl

So very bold

You broke apart my world

Time remains untold

It burns, smokes and curls

Elation buried in the South Pole

A hole and a swirl

We spoke of the gold

Tomorrow's slow

The moonlight bathed us in pearls

Saturn light bathed us in pearls


Descend Beneath The Moon


Moon eyes 

Staring down at me

In the twilight

Big round eyes

Brim with lakes

And cry


I Inherhit Sleep


I wish I had the ability to see


Underneath the water

Succumbing to passion

I'm weak

Her pomegranate flowers

I inherit nothing but sleep

Life buries the meek

Underneath the tower

I inherit nothing but sleep

So I'll sail away underneath my sheets

My love for you burns me

Every single hour

I'll crawl away underneath my sheets

Your time with me was frozen last week 

In golden amber


The Summer Died


The summer died

And the image turned to grey

I made the pain

When I wove this sad maze

I reside 

In the lies

Of our temple of clay


new Paneye is imminent

Putting the final touches on my new Paneye album.

I have so many new songs for the Three Rings and Ten Moons album that I'm going to divide them over 2 albums.

The first album will be called Incantations and will include many psch-folk ballads. Three Rings and Ten Moons will likely follow a few months after that.


Saturday, December 17, 2022

A Swollen Eve

A swollen eve

Sinking in the moon light's sheets

The sun recedes

leaving night's lace to weave 

around me

Photo by Johahn Chucci

Hey, wolf boy

I look in the mirror and what do I see?

Drained - my wolf skull beneath  

A glass luna beam 

Friday, December 16, 2022

December Air

December Air
Blowing raven hair

Keep in mind child
She was never there

December rays
Turn your eyes to stone

You beg to taste
and steal her soul


Saturday, December 10, 2022


Exercising my gimp leg in fish city. I've gained 10kgs since my accident in the mountains.


Art Gallery Cruisin


Went cruising the new art gallery extension at the Sydney national art gallery today. I was impressed with the new space they’ve created there and it’s definitely a place I’ll be visiting again. The art displayed was mostly mediocre, but the gallery itself was a magnificently designed temple.