by PAT SAUNDERS bream bite when the tide is high the tranquil river mouth gasps for air kissing the rapacious windy wild sea its swollen banks our sunlounge as we patiently await the serendipitous nibble the line requires little weight…
by PAT SAUNDERS dad’s calm hand clutches mine his southern british lilt coaxes tiny crawling snail-like me onto ancient timber planks beneath which grasping wind and wild water wait to swallow me look up he says I baulk glimpsing whitewash…
by PAT SAUNDERS I step forward without looking feet float arms flail head somersaults swim through air the world spins more than once colours slomo stretch endlessly ears hear nothing not a sound landing’s hard butt and hip hurt badly…
sound filling my view azure waves sweeping in blades slicing down metronomic turbines turn sentinels towering
Pat Saunders is from Perth, Western Australia. She has 26 years’ experience in the Perth film and television industry, including 15 at the ABC. She was a joint winner of the 2023 Victoria Park Local History Awards (Poetry or Performance…
