Sunset Goodnight

down, I'm walking to the place where water meets the sand and the game is only spreading wavelets across my footprints with the tide one moment I'm there and the next look I may never have been there's another dying in the distance it is leaving with a shimmer that I have to watch to … Continue reading Sunset Goodnight

sabres at patterson river

a flotilla of flat-bottomed sabres red triangled teeth atop the white of a single sail forty strong and tacking as a shoal         tightly bunched with a solitary straggler to the rear and one that is running hard to port and pointed at the piece of flour-soft yellow sand marked out as … Continue reading sabres at patterson river

no poetry on the Bay

no poetry lives on the bay today there are only images to report before they disappear across the sky like the plastic bag last seen it was one hundred feet high and sailing towards Edithvale lifted on the folly of a fickle wind that trailed lightly across green water rippling in easy rhythms of movement … Continue reading no poetry on the Bay