Louey

Louey and I go way back. I’ve lost count of the years he’s been there waiting patiently in the shallows each time I come back to Edithburgh. Sometime he’s sitting high and dry on the low tide sandy bay. Sometimes he’s rocking gently to and fro. And sometime, as I imagine him to night, he’s […]

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River Scorpion

A beautiful pelican glides into view as I watch from the tranquil river bank. How strange it seems to me, this green brown waterway so far from the ocean. In the river’s reflection I see another creature, a creature of dry, arid places. A desert dweller lurks here too in the most incongruous of realms; […]

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