Daily Archives: August 19, 2013

Magpie’s morning song

The liquid crystal carol of magpies’ morning song, the fresh, wet crisp of eucalypt, the grey, green haze of dawn. it touches me, envelops me and speaks of moments born, which make the day, prepare the way for all that … Continue reading

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My mother and words

My mother and I both smash our words, as we try to speak, pressed close against our windowed worlds. We see each other clearly, but each is barely heard. No-one is prepared to break the glass. My head aches from, … Continue reading

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