look to the grey sky the absence of corners that’s where we are humbled - in that arc, there’s no resting place no flat-footed motel - insipid tiles to drop our tears on with our faces upturned we must listen now and acknowledge fundamentally the persecution of raindrops Written for Miz Quickly QnV 10 Use … Continue reading the absence of corners
1) I have tried hairlessness the way it takes from my profile those silver edges. Mammalian softness. 2) The bannered dog sells beauty like shampoo his coat in glorious shuffle Galahs in fearful flight. 3) I walk in the race of cloud shadows wind like falling card houses. Frantic ant highways. I watch my feet. … Continue reading Chorus
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…
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
Balance on one toe on the tip an iceberg “the arctic is on fire” on the tipping point tippy toe tip slipping “Global GDP to fall 25 per cent without more climate action, banks warn” precarious not falling but feeling the feeling “the most severe physical and economic impacts of climate change.” the dizzy wait … Continue reading On the Tip
Reading a book to my kids with a bit about Greta Thunberg I start thinking about all the tomorrows that never came and it's as breaking as the friend who never calls or the seed that never grows no matter the love no matter the love * All those kids holding hands around the equator … Continue reading No Matter the Love
This was my first ever blog post. I read it again today and thought it was worth reviving.
It’s
a spectacular Friday in early autumn. The leaves haven’t started
changing yet but the weather has softened after a very tough summer.
With
my parents and their dog, I wander through the walking streets, past
the shut merry-go-round and the funny metal sheep statues that buck
and run in Garema Place. We can hear the sound of the crowd ahead of
us. Somebody is tapping a microphone and making testing noises.
I expect to feel pretty at home here. My husband and I have been “doing things” about climate change for a long time. We have 7.5kw of solar panels shared the between the roofs of our house and garage. Our house is well insulated, north-facing and pretty small (by Australian standards) for a family of four. We have one fully electric car and one plug in hybrid electric. We like that a visit to a petrol station means…
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In the lush green foliage of the avocado tree a pair of gerygones are building a nest. Their cascading notes are light and clear as they busily flit and hover and pause their little yellow breasts like tiny flags of hope. ** I silently wish them every success against the very valid appetites of the … Continue reading A Planet in the Avocado Tree
Mug, coffee plunger, steam and my morning ritual of The Signal on the ABC. It's called "Surviving a poor, dangerous, disorderly world". There's an image of two military aircraft flying over a mountainous landscape. I plug in my ear buds and press play. The PM's voice pipes through talking about future-proofing our safety in a … Continue reading Read the Coffee Grounds
Balance on one toe on the tip an iceberg "the arctic is on fire" on the tipping point tippy toe tip slipping "Global GDP to fall 25 per cent without more climate action, banks warn" precarious not falling but feeling the feeling "the most severe physical and economic impacts of climate change." the dizzy wait … Continue reading #beamusupscotty
It’s a spectacular Friday in early autumn. The leaves haven’t started changing yet but the weather has softened after a very tough summer. With my parents and their dog, I wander through the walking streets, past the shut merry-go-round and the funny metal sheep statues that buck and run in Garema Place. We can hear … Continue reading Good, Better, Best
Out of the Cave 