Desires, fears, surprises, illusions
chop-chop-chop
sold for rupee, dollar or pound.
They all cost the same.
All in Issue 1
Would you tell a lily
to be a rafflesia or a magpie
to be a hornbill?
When the brown tongue of water
rises up to meet us here,
the house will be gone.
Introduction to tree shaman series
cut/scar
resonant wound
place/displaced
As the day mellowed, the honeyeaters
sang out and we braided a future
from stalks, knowing, once more,
that endless summer brought cold comfort.
It is almost evening. Wind-woven birds call
over the fields, the sky turns a gentle grey--
Mother’s voice a low melody, her footfall
on the chalky steps speaks of the fleeting day…
More than ever today however, I believe that artists and writers need to question, challenge and examine how humanity continues to devour, deplete and destroy the earth’s bounty in its quest for modernity and progress.