The sky shiny blue Thai silk - you would rip a portion and hang it like a Mantra curtains leading into the day. Step into the sun the subtle hum of traffic melding with the bees petrol fumes forgotten. Floral scents unfurl rosemary from your herb garden the kalistamon next door a giant Cootamundra wattle … Continue reading How it might’ve been…
Oh my children, born into a world of opposites; dividing lines. The horizon, like the wild words of dictators, stomps parapets and, uneasy, leaves drift by them from tree to ground expecting scorn. Seeds rear bruised heads through soil’s ceiling awaiting crazed weather’s cruel whip. Invisible clouds, our human waste, hug tight Earth’s sphere; suffocating … Continue reading Apology
crude wooden tripods stand tethered human pendulums swinging amongst fumes and fuming damming politicians and incandescent commuters damming the city’s arteries a timely attack the heart on the hill* bloodless while the body rages taut fists enacting death throes of a planet in need *Australia's Parliament House is commonly referred to as "the house on … Continue reading Extinction Rebellion
"A watched kettle never boils" (Proverb) When my schedule allows I like to stand my hand on the rumbling my eyes outside noting the way the rain drops cling to the wired grid of the cat yard roof. I'm reminded of Elon Musk how he's netting the Earth in satellites. While I debate space travel … Continue reading Give the Sky A Rest
who is she? face like mine but aged in a tiny sudden way surprising as a pond - murky water turned mother of pearl a dance-floor for the sky time is a galaxy pinpointed and vast I find security counting frost hairs around a leaf; photographing rain drops in the puddles the trees swing deep … Continue reading reflections
Oh little worm I cry for you, a brave blue collar hero in the machinery of life. You can’t know that tiny, iridescent spheres of deadly plastic are concealed in the soil you eat so conscientiously and you may not know that your little life keeps the lungs of our planet-body healthy and fit. Oh … Continue reading Machinery of Life
the Romans feathered helmets erect learned the sterility of war their Empire's wondrous landmarks became punctuation in history's soil their roads crossed continents in massive webs their confidence still glimmers in ancient armour and upturned pillars but now, we're in dress-rehearsal writing history our age split asunder by tablets lit with green-glowing back-turned candles - … Continue reading Different Century, Same…?
I am a vast map: nerves, neurons muscles, cells humming with improper contrivance my shipping routes shimmer with pumped poison; destinations crumble, breaking free of shore I sift downwards a glacier shucking pieces in sudden wailing acknowledgement of ecosystems derailed shared with Earthweal Open Weekend #74
It is no lie that the scrunched fists and inexpert fingers which carved shapes respresenting language, wrought the shapes from privilege causing materials and education to come at a price beyond the common hut dweller. Secrets and power, bore out, stamped and sealed with gold kept for selected audiences. They took their blocks and then … Continue reading And They Wrote the World
(i) Words are like glass jars, my friend. At some point, their being empty becomes blatantly obvious. (ii) i cannot see at all this place is steamy Now you're cooking with gas and it feels like nobody is watching A month or so ago, somebody posted a prompt that involved finding an old poem and … Continue reading To the PM
