I am stained with the darkest cinder bluein this sparse palette of craving eucalyptus forestcompressed by stony greys, rough rouges, bony…
A second wave has begun in Australia,but at least I don’t live in the States.Student fees are climbing…
I forgot about dust storms and hail:a couple more ways the Earth can cry for attentionlike an angry, neglected baby.She can’t speak…
I watch tinder hearts tearfeeble fictions suffocateflora and fauna fired ferociously.
Fugacious thoughtsfilter between the light into a lake of infinitudes through the semiotic day
The dams are draining dangerously.
The creeks are sticks and stones.
This continent was a vast, diverse network of forests, wetlands, riversand 250 nationsuntil James Cook declared it would bea colony.
Truth parades no colours,
it stands tall, fearless.
