One bird becomes two, a simple optical illusion . . .
May 10, Galah ancestors felt the air shudder as Gondwana tore off Australia . . .
So this is Terra Nullius, a legal fiction . . .
The ghosts of the shipwrecks reign in rust . . .
Eagle Ray circles slowly, what does ‘all the time in the world’ mean?
. . . a new day opening like a flower evading the politics of forests laid-to-waste and all that killing.
I want to be a successful purveyor of natural beauty, of language and image migrating into dreams.
Poem read for World Environment Day
The Grey-headed Flying Foxes are all on the move in an alternate world of nectar and moonlight.
Tibias and fibulas are bleached, piled like a genocide.