one little life

“CHATCK CHATCK CHATCK”, his mother’s urgent warnings were too late. Little Jack was already dangerously low over the road. He banked, frantically flapping to regain height, but he was inexperienced. An older bird would have quickly landed and weaved between the vehicles. They weren’t moving fast, departing traffic casting final glances at my shadows. So […]

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the first fish on the moon

Oh to be a wobbegong hiding underneath a warm sea, well camouflaged and resting until it’s time for her tea. Or to be a coelacanth ever unchanging in the deep, older than the dinosaurs but not extinct just asleep. Some follow the salmon king leaping glorious sex and death, while others play great white sharks … Continue reading the first fish on the moon

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I'd love to build you a pyramid or minaret up to the sky. I'd put the Taj Mahal in shadow and the Kremlin walls would shake. Let Liberty light her candle and Sydney's Opera House sing. I'm going to pitch my tent on an honest Scottish cliff-top and face the storms of a northern sea.