Poems
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I don’t need to tell you that rain is poetry (the earth is an open mouth)
By Pascalle Burton'X marks the spot—the whole thing’s an X.'
from The Ignoramus of Love by Destroyer
this morning, I stepped outside
it had rained overnight -
Summertime
By Amanda AnastasiThe bush has ceased its muttering, as the air tightens
like a string. The birds have flown. The koalas are higher
in the trees, hugging the trunks. The roos are heading
for the river. You are filling a hatchback with what they -
Flight Calls
By Bastian Fox PhelanIn swampy woodland, between two stands of trees
On Awabakal land, I wait, listening
The trees are alive with sound
Surround-sound chiming of the bell miner / kowoman -
Bees of the Antipodes
By Shaine MelroseI water my vegetables, fill bird bath, collect myself from doubt,
human, flood, drought. I watch two bees working the same pollen-
less flower, fly east, then west, north-south, their sacks empty.
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Am I Rebellion?
By Blake NutoWhen the flames tore through
there were shattered china plates
and fine blown glass in the soil.
And wild things cut their paws. -
With Change
By Aurora Liddle-ChristieThe land is crying for us to care
care that blood waters its soil more than rain
The seasons have shifted, but humanity stays the same
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Blue Quandong
By Sarah Holland-BattNights here are long—
starlight frays the palms,
sky a black sarong
shaken out to dry. -
Effie Wakes at Midnight
By Kate FaganThe moon is one eye of a river trout.
Clouds are a scaly puzzle,
boobooks in the Jungle
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Gugara Kuragia
By Nicole Smede~ This song is loosely based on Nicole Smede's PIFL commissioned poem 'Wuri Rising' with Gumea Dharawal interpretations supported by Jacob Morris.
Djurawalinyang by bulladiri gambi
djurawalinyang garululli -
I hear them sigh
By Audrey MolloyThe trees know more than us.
They watch in hushful envy,
Wonder why we mimic them
Rooted and silent. -
Mosaic of Secrets
By Dakota FeirerStop
“Who are you?”
You are not alone,
far from home, yet safe -
Living Literature
By Jeanine Leanetrees are old stories
pods and seeds are words that grow
bark chapters fall to earth
turn to dust scatter and renew -
Fleeting beauty
By Kirli SaundersSingle blossom
upon cherry tree,
how lonely it must be