Are Magpies Gods or Spy Cameras? Sitting on a ledgeof the steel and glass office blockacross the street on level six,a magpie, sitting at one end. Suddenly this magpie runs,hops, along the ledgesix levels high, looking,watching the world below,or is it? Every so often it stops,peers over the ledge,then runs or hops a little distance,stops,
Two Different Dogs Out on a morning street trek, coming towards me, an elderly woman pushing a stroller with a small grey child in it. Up close I see I need a Spec Saver check up, a little grey Yorkshire terrier. We chat– the lady and I– that is. ‘When she gets tired, she climbs
Cabin in deep forest home alone in upstairs flat. Final fifteen minutes midday movies creepy music. Young woman older guy or younger shonky lover the ending won’t be pretty. He arrives by car by lift by open window music heavy light but always ominous. The car gravels to the cabin door the upstairs door is
Standing at base camp in the dark of early night watching this huge cockroach not even donning an oxygen tank about to climb to the summit of Mount Everest and off it goes. Easily scaling the rough trunk terrain the breaks in the track the sudden death – to you or me fast very fast.
Hot sun, cloudless sky. As far the eye sees, flat empty plain. The track threads its lonely way to the shimmering horizon. The merciless sun drums the mulga bush. On one side of the endless track, a homestead slowly crumbling into dust. Roof long since caved in, snapped and rotten timbers for an occasional magpie
I was dapping through the archives 21st century, olden days, when I came across this cryptic note, ‘Seven thousand tigers left’. But before my birth they’d all been killed. Dad says, ‘Stick to generic brands, son’, so when the food tube came I read the label, what a shock, ‘Some ingredients are natural. ‘ I
Sun sets. Cloud tips gold. Silver exhaust jets upward through the blue. Sun’s rays fade. Nodding yachts silently dip their masts. Water surface scuds a fond farewell. Sea gulls almost now departed. Mum’s framed image propped up in the front seat, takes a gentle general salute. Shiraz, Fine Romance, Gemini 4, in place at berths,
