Far North Fiction
‘Come back here you little Pelican!’, she mocks, her grin beaming.
The littlest Princess tears off at a hundred miles an hour in the opposite direction, her grin making a perfect pair but where is Belinda? 270 more words
9 hours, 42 minutes ago
Today is reverently calm & clear
Cockatoo’s haven’t yet squawked
their presence over head
Kookaburra’s haven’t yet congregated
their favourite bough in full view
the multitude of parrots haven’t… 235 more words
13 hours, 50 minutes ago
Reverend Hellfire's Sunday Sermon
snatches me like a thief,
puts me in it’s pocket
and walks away whistling..
The Reverend Hellfire.. 6 more words
3 days ago
Don’t monetise her personhood,
Or tell her cruel lies.
Do not destroy her innocence,
Or see her as your prize.
Don’t hit her or manipulate, 218 more words
3 days, 15 hours ago
Her wooden oars,
Her creaky boards,
Her seats on which we sat.
Our picnic packed,
Our journey mapped,
Our harbor habitat.
We often found, 226 more words
4 days, 17 hours ago
She skirts around a jewelled pine,
And sniffs a present tied in twine.
She stretches out her dainty paw,
And bats a dangling, sparkly ball. 164 more words
5 days, 21 hours ago
Grace Elizabeth Elkins
A practice that builds you, doesn’t mind that you are broken
I fell, gravity took hold, I tumbled
Into the cavernous realms of a mind unknown… 20 more words
6 days, 16 hours ago