We were up at Oyster Lagoon helping our ranger put up signs (NSW NPWS is understaffed and underfunded)
a sound from my childhood, the hum of introduced honey bees foraging the hakea
What stories did the Gumbaynggirr tell their children of these tiny technicians of light?
‘I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself’ Walt Whitman’s opening line to Leaves of Grass.
Whispering so close to your ear ‘I love you’ that it tickles.
The sky is that sublime blue borrowed twenty years ago today
Water has its own inventions, its own logic . . .
We were building wooden huts around 400,000 years ago
All species that co-evolved with us have the right to life. Today is a day to remind ourselves of that.
Do we need gods, now sin is common knowledge?
akusan no shiawase ga kono niwa ni furisosogi masu you ni!
Vines ascend in several ways. Many in Jagun twine (circumnutation), coiling around