sprinklings / montage

Grandad, why did I think of you
when the rain began

to speckle that outdoor chair
I found on the curb?

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Spiders have webbed
the letterbox
closed to junkmail

still, it’s busy

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My jardin loved
that rain after
her hot flush

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Bogong mothpocalypse
—last night—
in the red
bottlebrush

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Mochi’s kickboxing partner
the bathmat
again

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Baby rainbow

lorikeets are making out
with feijoa flowers

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Jess seeds the world
with gifts

for her birthday

Cover photo by Catherin J Pascal Dunk 2026