#bushfires
I drenched my sorrows neat,
on the veranda in this stifling heat,
while the rest of ‘Stralia’s dying, trying to fight bushfires, floods, and other catastrophes —
I sat there flipping pages in cookbooks, sweet,
where I dreamt of all the delicious morsels I’d eat,
the pages torn, and I’d sworn I would complete,
One of those meals - with ingredients I simply couldn’t keep;
anchovies, patté, and fish eggs are no such treats,
but dream, I do of the alter-me in the 1950’s fulfilling society’s beat...
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
They burned our lungs
For something fleeting
for something that we won't need
when we're in the ground
And they scorched our earth
Made nature a game
to see how far it could go
They pushed agendas
and shoved christianity
onto and into every life
And they burned out trees
and killed our animals
forced themselves on us and her
She'll only forgive us
when we're finally dead
Shell only return
when there's no trace left
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
I hear nothing but waves, and the air cascading around me with flecks of salt,
But i see infinite stretches of vulnerablity, it's as if i want to cradle this liquid into a glass and rock it to sleep as the waves and water do to me.
It is already the beginning of the ash mixing with the salt,
And the coral as white as the rarest of albino,
The layers of life are being heated to an extra degree,
The sun which gives us prosperity and hope beams in an angry, mocking setiment as if a child has been abused.
Which it has.
And the child protection workers are nowhere to be found.
As a family we have to admit our mistakes,
We have to strive to be better,
We need procedure, supports to at least be good enough,
We need to stop beating, abusing, and bruising.
Because our child will withdraw, our child will retaliate, and eventually fight back or destroy itself in the process.
And we will go along with it.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
there is an ominous sense of portent
in the air
in the orange glow of the sun
in the dry heat
in the smoke in the air
for others it was far worse
in hellish bush fire infernos
seeing their homes and all familiarity
converted to ash
alone with nothing but tears
a natural disaster
born of
unnatural plundering of earth resources
the consequence of consumerism without restraint
and a soothsaying denying bogan Shrek of a PM
pretending to care just to save his political neck
go back to kirribilli ya ****
there’s no votes for you here
suddenly the consequences of she'll be right
we'll vote for relatable people who will take care of jobs
are outed as people who have no long term idea
but the're own short term political survival
and are culpable for the hell around us now
suddenly the offence we have inflicted on nature
is showing us the kick back
and the arrogance of thinking we were in control
is being torched by an angry mother
who doesn't love us for what we've done
we were deluded to think we had any control
now surrounded by bush fires that are out of control
portending a time for humility
and acceptance that we are not needed
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 4:34 AM UTC
How brave are our fire brigades?
As they battle bushfires each day,
Yes, it's summer in Victoria,
Not exactly the Waldorf Astoria,
For all the fire brigades,
Our respect they've totally gained,
Laying their lives on the line,
When the weather's too hot and fine,
Burn, Victoria, burn,
El Nino's torrid urn,
Our noble defenders each day,
Real heroes in the news, I say,
As they battle bushfires today,
How brave are the fire brigades?
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC