John Mikkelsen

The young male bird had one wing hanging low on its side and it was obvious it couldn’t fly so I wrapped a towel round my hand…

....It was almost Anzac Day again and the constant hurting became almost unbearable at this time of year. Ted sipped the rum and stared at the television screen, totally oblivious…

A woman at home waited,
Cursing her fright,
Her husband out fishing
The dark seas that night.
The sea’s in their blood …

...Effortless flight, no sound
To warn the dune dwellers
Of approaching danger.
A grey shadow slides
Over undulating sand.
Too late to run …

When the night is still,
And the sound of waves
On the shore brings peace,
A new world awaits me,
Where time has no borders,
Death has no sting,
.....