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poems ~ photographs ~ videos ~ music ~ essais  – through a green lens

I am a poet and photographer passionate about art and the natural world, ecological understanding and nearly everything else, since everything, absolutely everything, connects.

Eos – Three short poems

Electric blue Glaucus atlanticus, blue sea slug, pelagic nudibranch, shell-less gastropod mollusk. Otherwise known as sea swallow, blue angel, blue glaucus, blue dragon. They spend their life floating on the currents upside down, partially bouyed by a gas bubble in their stomachs. This blue side faces upward to camouflage it against the blue of the sea, while the silver side faces downward to camouflage it against the surface from fish. It stores stinging nematocysts robbed from the jellyfish it feeds on, like Portuguese man o’ wars. These cells are concentrated, so pack an even more powerful sting than the man o’ war hydrozoan. You can get a sense of its scale from the bee top right.

Refugee disgrace

The news today (Nov 1) from Mannus is appalling.  For the latest reports see the Guardian. Back in August, Paul Bongiorno gave an impassioned account of the government’s duplicity – especially in the light of the leaked telephone conversation between our Prime Minister and the US President. Hear Paul here.
The Local Refugee Group Facebook page is here.

My exhibition of poetry, photography and video: First Light – From Eos to Helios, Coffs Harbour Regional Gallery finished Aug 12th.Eos show CHRG3

The idea of this exhibition was not primarily a display of poetry and photography, but to give visitors a sense of Eos and encourage them to get out and experience Eos for themselves. To quote Bruce Lee from Enter the Dragon and the Shurangama Sutra: ‘It is like a finger, pointing a way to the moon . . . Don’t concentrate on the finger, or you will miss all that heavenly glory!’

More on the exhibition here.

I live on the Mid North Coast of NSW beside a forest by the sea, after 30 years in the heart of Sydney.

a small Jagun poem
a haiku might grasp momentarily
for ever
the essence of incoming spring
but I’ve just made a photograph
of winter light
graphic on burnt Blackbutt
and stuffed my pockets
with Senna seeds

Banner image, the Never Never River, The Promised Land, Bellingen