Summer this year was both brief and particularly brutal. So there was something very welcoming about a change in the weather, particularly when it brought rainfall over raging bushfires. The smoke drifted along with the clouds and filled the air with a smell of burning wood and dust. It was coming from some place far …
Tall green spectators you served, I slipped an elbow dug into red clay what a racket laughter (mostly) in morning light some blood, but that’s love we declared at the tie-break and proceeded to second base (oops wrong sport) before – eventually – retiring to the clubhouse trophy room how jealous of the crowd to …
Mmmm slightly crispy petals, just the way any discerning mountain goat likes them. Let’s call it a draw for now, Summer is almost over (thankfully).
humiliation leads to justification
I sit with strangers / righteous zeal in song and sway / like the ancestors
Far from Earth / a child asks / What’s a rainbow?’
Old Maple branches sink into a pile of leaves soaked through Winter