My mother’s plants flourished in our garden The azaleas and fragrant jasmine blossomed From their vulnerable transplanted state They prospered and assumed permanence With new roots and assured contours Like my mother I’ve learned to nurture And delight in the sight of new growth
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Dials shifting with digital tides Throb inside our unblinking eyes Data coded irises encrypt Identities with sky scanned script Secrets shift amid security Beneath each programmed byte Powered nanoseconds green light The home with wired wonderment While hovering optic mirrors gloat With messages and smooth drones Deliver transparencies to phones Proclaiming health and happiness- Hope?…
In huts boiled rice a family sits with expectation especially the children tearing scraps of paper biting, eating and a country moves on with railway tracks and trains entering passengers witness to seething darkness it does not matter what you eat it matters why you eat as economists and sociologists define the poverty of experience…
When in all earnest and with perceived grace, in subtle ways fighting odds that separate us, we have to decide how best we must come close to let the wide world realise it is impossible to keep us away from the importance that is our due since, in resolve firm and solid, there in us,…
The Judith Wright Poetry Prize was established in 2007 by Overland magazine, one of Australia’s more inspired quarterlies and among the nation’s best homes for poetry, as an annual award recognizing new and emerging poets. In 2021, Overland published Groundswell: The Overland Judith Wright Poetry Prize 2007-2020, an anthology which collected not only the winning…
The other day, Anne, my yoga teacher began class by saying, “When the student is ready, the teacher appears. So says Lao Tzu.” I couldn’t stop myself from correcting her, “Nope, he never said that.” “Who said it then?” she asked. “No one knows. I am guessing fake Lao Tzu? In other words, someone who…
The ants are back. The dove is gone. I hear you clearing your throat. This means everything is doomed. I am doomed. These things prove it. I hear a baby bird chirping to be fed. I smile. This means that everything is okay. I remind myself that I am not doomed. That I can change…
