She Wolf

She wails through the rain as she waits she howls through the flames while she burns she screams through the storm as she pains she shrieks through the snow as she freezes she whimpers through the heat as she thirsts I’ve heard her through the fierce winds, knowing, there is something on her mind, her … Continue reading →

Without Wings

Birds falling from the sky one by one dropping cockatoos in 40 degree heat paralysed lorikeets left helpless from some toxin unknown flying foxes too shearwaters dying on beaches a seabird ‘wreck’ has been getting worse over the years and a crow, with a broken wing wanders down my street like an omen hanging the … Continue reading →

Fire Sky Calls

A dry call, caw, caw of the Torresian Crow Echoes pain through smoke haze skies The orange, red glow illuminating the horizon, at dusk, beauty on dark wings, dies. Flash drought lands, cackle then crackle With heated shrieks of sulphur crested cockatoos Warnings, of a dry lightning storm, across  the skies a migraine flash, and … Continue reading →

Practicalities for Living in a Time of Climate Change

I thought about writing a poem about how hope will not help us during this time of climate change. Hope rests on some divine intervention, an invention that will save us, the science being wrong or that somehow the powers that be, will miraculously act. If you have children or grandchildren, you cannot rely on … Continue reading →

Trees Speak

Do you hear the trees? How they speak? So much louder now. The trees have more to say, Like today…a hot, sultry, summer kind of day But It’s winter, on the edge of spring. And my Black Bean tree is restless. He tells me…” something is coming.” Oh, if you could hear him on this … Continue reading →

Symphony of Extinction

She shows you her pain When all you can do is lean into the dry, empty, wind and complain While she extracts your energy and flattens it across the land With a rasping, angry growl…you hear her roar in the dead of night Coming at you, and a small dogs bark is but a faint … Continue reading →

Prologue to an Epilogue: Mother

        Prologue to an Epilogue Centuries ago there was a lesson we failed to learn When we seared our white privilege down a barrel Into the hearts of the original custodians of our lands   Fear deafened our ears Greed filled our hearts While power kept them pumping   We came to … Continue reading →

The Storm will arrive but it’s just a matter of when

  Lawns are beige with green tinges all around dry smell in dry spell eucalypt scents fading in gusts dry hot scattering winds take the leaves and my thoughts it seems leaving me with a vacant stare, swipe across the brow a furrowing frown of what was I thinking a minute ago… standing alone bewildered … Continue reading →

Synoptic Puzzles

Oswald’s sliding down the coast like a big cyclonic snail rain trail globs flood the coast while my husband solves puzzles with falling blocks that never fit together the way you’d expect   all sides being equal it’s not so strange that Oswald should visit and stay awhile the rain dancers expected him and smile … Continue reading →

When Rivers Run Dry

    What do you say to your child when they ask… Will we all die because of climate change? When all the ice bergs melt… will we drown? What do you say? What do you say when he asks… Is anyone going to fix this planet? He’s ten and he gets it… No one … Continue reading →