bare little tree - small bird's nest revealed (we imagine a goose one webbed foot curved to twiggy bowl, the other flaps about rowing the air honk! honk! her arm through mine enjoying a giggle). geese 'V' on high but we can't fly. we gallop the drawn lines our dog and our masks. blue sky … Continue reading the goose and the magpie nest
those little gerygones they just know without apprenticeship or diploma how to stay alive they find their own food meet a mate build a house raise a family accept risks and their own tiny place in the food chain ** I guess we must've been like that once but we specialised finding our roles in … Continue reading staying alive
(for misunderstandings everywhere) Sometimes there's nothing to do without risking others' feelings. That sad currawong with his unblinking yellow eye. You put on your welding glove and we nestled him in the cat carrier. His sharp beak was helpless after-all. Pity like a soft rainfall overhung me but he will never understand … Continue reading A Broken Neck
I watch the sky for smoke, for dust and (in vain) for rain clouds. The sky tells many tales. This week has been hot in an unusual way. The air feels heavy and solid. At 9am yesterday I watered pot plants and felt the cling of this unpleasant wrap and couldn't wait to get inside. … Continue reading Written in the Sky
Out of the Cave 