A Wishing
Tag: Birds
Town Jetty Port Lincoln SA
Photographs: Trish Jean
Night Swimming
Night swimming The gin salads reaching my head The night noises Fish hurling themselves about in the ocean at the end of the yard The calling of birds The insects whose chatter is unceasing A gecko preaching wisdom and consummation The singing of my naked body Freed in the water Stalking mozzies who plant their… Read More Night Swimming
While
Up there are stars
I cannot yet see
Beyond the bough
With leaves that cede to
The afternoon winds
Beyond the blue above
That captures and floats
My ideals and thoughts
Of you skirting
The pecking and insistent
Songs of quarrelling birds… Read More While
A Laughing Matter
…laughter is a good sign I think. I am a believer in signs, they’re a type of story. I see them in the clouds, in the company of certain birds, in songs, in sermons.… Read More A Laughing Matter
The Other Way – The Southernmost Tip
Lost, if it makes you move, is another word for potential, for maybe found, a synonym for invitation, the cousin of different perspective if you become your own seeker by being both within and reflective, but also outside of yourself and your usual. Take a camera too, for doesn’t this invite new ways of looking? And doesn’t this require an attentiveness to the moment that means you cannot be lost?… Read More The Other Way – The Southernmost Tip
A Night in Savannah the Wind Wrote Poetry
Snatching me through the window a mighty fist
of air held me and a thousand more upside down
shook our bones like a tambourine of lightning,
wind and thunder and bones rattling cadence
for the sun that had set and the one about to rise… Read More A Night in Savannah the Wind Wrote Poetry
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