You know what you are about. You are doing it with your eyes open.
I drive out to Amoonguna to tell the family he
I sit down with his Aunty, round the campfire, in
I ask her to explain the pelicans and the meaning
of the sign
She laughs and whispers ‘Arrangkwe just 2 pelicans
in the sky!
Ali Cobby Eckermann
foto – urunga sea lido january 2014
you’d never forget the pelicans
because it was their home too
and that occasional one who’d try and swallow your baited hook
while we cast out into an endless mould of brown and blue skin
sometimes catching our line in its enormous and clumsy wingspan
floating around the jetty constantly boasting that huge gullet
so close to the pylons covered in poinson oyster shells
that waited for the bare flesh within our gait,
inviting our bare flesh to dance
Mum worried that we’d get sick from eating them
Day saying the sewage from the caravan park
would sometimes flow near where we fished
and that they oysters bathed in it too
little buckets of a few bream
silver catch of a meal
and the persistent cats at our ankles
lapping up the smell
running up past the shop
a front window necropolis of stonefish in vegemite jars
suspended in a vault of clear alcoholic brine
still deadly in death
and us in bare feet all the time
three kids in stonefish-infested mud
playing Russian roulette –
one good pair of running shoes between us
Source: Smoke Encrypted Whispers by Samuel Wagan Watson Univ. of Queensland Press, 2004
The kumara (sweet potato) does not say how sweet he is
This proverbs accentuates the the value of humbleness.
There are ghosts of me here,
and a trace of the old circle
in the grass my father mowed
so we girls could ride our horses
in the park. We reach the metal
gate that leads up to the paddock
and beyond, the house where I
lived when young.
‘I often pause my walking
here to take a rest,’ you say.
‘This road, this house.’
I called out once, at this very gate
to a God I wasn’t sure was there.
And thirty years later here you are:
the odd longevity of prayer.
The hunter was quite happy, with trophy number one,
And he stood atop the bear cub with his bloody huge bear gun;
Then something tapped his shoulder, and he felt his rising hair,
He spun around and looked up at a bloody huge brown bear.
De Spatio Reali
Halfway to Miena
the Milky Way
so much brighter
and closer, that,
if you wish,
you can reach out
painted by the moon
and stars at night
Martin Harrison > A PATCH OF GRASS
© 2002, Martin Harrison
Helen Keller, The Story of My Life
“Without pain, how could we know joy?’ This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.”
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
fotos – moon in ulmarra dec 09.
The Old Black Billy and Me
by Louis Esson
The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit
Beside the fire an’ poke at it.
Far from talk an’ booze o’ men
Glad, I’m glad I’m back agen
On the station, wi’ me traps
An’ fencin’ wire, an’ tanks an’ taps,
Back to salt-bush plains, an’ flocks,
An’ old bark hut be the apple-box.
I turn the slipjack, make the tea,
All’s as still as still can be –
An’ the old black billy winks at me.
foto – jacaranda day 2009 in grafton nsw.
i am the village crazy lady. that's my job. an elderwoman on the north coast of new south wales australia.
Fighting Ignorance since 1975 (It’s taking longer than I thought) and Smile, because everyone is entitled to my opinion!