House & Contents

Our mother's clouds and insectsfly to embrace your cloudsand insects. Her architecture, roads,bridges and infrastructurerush to greet yours.Her molecules on their upward trajectoryentwine with yours, the colour of her eyes,hair and skin. Her language,with its pastparticiples, figures of speech,the sounds and tremorswhich are its flesh and bonesthese words go outto greet your words andto greet you –these wordswhich will never leave her.House & Contents is a moving meditation on earthquakes and uncertainties, parents and hats, through Gregory O'Brien's remarkable poetry and paintings.