Hemat Malak
blue hedge of plumbago cut tall with pruner forgotten on the ground long shadows take it at Picton the smell of guano screeches of flying foxes and their neighbours waves forming again and again in a blue rip we stand…
blue hedge of plumbago cut tall with pruner forgotten on the ground long shadows take it at Picton the smell of guano screeches of flying foxes and their neighbours waves forming again and again in a blue rip we stand…
I chose the wrong walk sun on the other point Somers in shade then, the tiny plovers pattering at high tide mark Mornington Peninsula, Vic seen in an art show Kakadu Escarpment lush green, strand of blue climbing up rock…
Asleep a tanka string from Shady Creek, Yarragon, 1952 my cousin slumps like a little kitten fast asleep in this ancient high chair by the wood fire stove skin like milk and bare legs dangling when awake his starry eyes ignite…
white geese concealed in sludge search for food on the crumbling riverbank …plight of the homeless Macleay River, Kempsey, NSW thrashed the precipice degenerates a swirling surge gathering up fragments… one can be whole again Australia – coastline
quiet stream . . . inside the monastery a monk runs down timber stairs in soft leather slippers Eiheiji Temple, Japan
soon I will check for mail next door a couple fighting guitar strings sounding now summer clouds returning without colour
distance in my mother’s eyes . . . again she roams those wattle-scented hills remote and untameable in her favourite chair she recalls the sound of the stream that shadow-filled gully where the bellbirds toll she rearranges roses in a…
the playful breeze slips through the long kangaroo grass a blameless ally of the spears of dry lightning that strike embers from the ground
sunbeams graze hedge tops with no trace of yesterday – hugged by foliage I am a child again who walks through green lullabies Ashcombe Maze, Victoria
that day we climbed Snowdonia’s famous peak through the mist… afterwards scrolling online we see the view we missed Wales a hole repaired in the gable of my house then regret… will that rosella family find a new safe home…