a pigeon feeds from the floor of the museum cafe poisoned like the rest of us (at tables) the simulated rainfor...

tall  arching man hardened by  kind farming kind eyes hands of kindred  soil winded by old land  winds ...

Life is changing fast in your time. This can be measured in big stories as much as those not needing celebrities. Like the man we met who n...

Spiral Orb: an experiment in permaculture poetics , is an online poetry journal based in the US. According to its editor Eric Magrane: Sp...

We've just returned from a week's camping at the beach  on the Bellarine Peninsula. Bellarine comes from the Bengalit (clan of the W...

On my forty-second birthday my second son Blackwood came into our world. One of the many pleasures this week has been watching Zeph and Wood...

Our band played last night and I had the pleasure of singing Blake's The Fly (1794), which I set to music a little while ago. Bunch ...

This poem traces thoughts and feelings from the so-called 'late' birth of my son ten years ago to the expected birth of my second ch...

i read the packet’s contents (over twenty ingredients listed) and wonder how food made for supermarkets remains so cheap and how this super ...

Below is the introductory quote, premise and first paragraph to an essay I have written for the forthcoming ReGenerating Community conferenc...