
birdtrack
skythreat
heartcrack
the wave swirls upwards
to greet me
I swear it knows
what i need
wish it would tell me
out loud
waterwords
are hard to read
Photo: Claire Doble
birdtrack
skythreat
heartcrack
the wave swirls upwards
to greet me
I swear it knows
what i need
wish it would tell me
out loud
waterwords
are hard to read
Photo: Claire Doble
a nightbird calls outside my window
I am sick, so sick in the dark
it’s 4.24 on the morning of your funeral
life makes no sense, there is only love
you talk to everyone at the party
buy them gifts, exchange views
share laughs, drinks, stories
my only conversation is with you
grab my phone to check messages
that remain forever unread
missed your call, I miss you: indelible
a nightbird’s sick joke you’re dead
Photo: Sierra Narvaeth on Unsplash
under a bushfire sun
tumbled in love
for a moment
with a footprint in the sand
sharp big-toe
like a spade, a trowel
I thought
of salt-touselled hair
a broad board
under sun-brown arms
light shining from
sea spray
running past
her trapped wing
half buried
desperate, poignant
flying here
smoke-choked
feather-singed
to die
Photo: Claire Doble