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second flush

It only takes a second of metaphorical time to tie pieces of poetry on a line baited for the challenge as fish to fly – no match for a prize writer though nor ever runner-up to best of show just jottings down to free… Continue Reading “second flush”

3. First sight of the bull

Sun blots the landscape soaking the faraway view to a faded wash eyes forced to a squint, slit-eyed I watch reeds and trees stand up against the glare silhouettes sooty as after bushfires a fine art drawing in red chalk and charcoal blotches of citrine light… Continue Reading “3. First sight of the bull”