Bush Telegraph
Once a Jolly Swagman, wandering tracks ‘tween treesHitching rides by saddle-side or riding in a drayShared his stories, brought his tales and perhaps his billy tooBut most import was given…
Once a Jolly Swagman, wandering tracks ‘tween treesHitching rides by saddle-side or riding in a drayShared his stories, brought his tales and perhaps his billy tooBut most import was given…
Capitalism doesn’t pretend to care. It doesn’t bother with illusions. It presents you with a fact: you exist to be used. Your value is measured by how efficiently you can…
You keep telling people the country is under siege – that immigrants are flooding in, that Muslims are plotting, that anyone who looks different is some kind of threat. Don’t you…
Step closer and watch the great Wheel turn, a burnished disc like Achilles’ Shield, etched with destinies you never chose. Hear it hum with the weight of unseen hands, those…
Fly with me through the dreaming, where the night sky opens like a doorway and the old spirits speak in soft winds, guiding our steps across the warm red earth.Let…
The diva belts her entrance With forty notes of vengeance .
Mirror, mirror on the wall – Are humans really fairest of all? You shall go to the ball, they say – But midnight’s hopes don’t always stay. “All the better…
Every life is of equal value – a truth without borders, without exceptions.
Here – is a city shaped by the weight of its own name: Gaza – guttural, grave, where thunder is man-made, and the lullabies are gravelled with shrapnel.Children walk barefoot…
I It was midnight in the country, And dust upon the lane – From city square to hollow field Echoed voices lost in pain. Men and women, worn and weary,…
We are 28 million, we are one. We gather under cloudless skies or scattered rain, our cities shining beside rivers and oceans, our towns stretching from sunrise to far horizon.We…
Dark Emu Rising in the southern night sky. Image courtesy David Stewart. In the velvet shroud of southern night, Milky Way rivers twist, gleam like forgotten songs, stars igniting in…
I In the molten hush before sunrise, Serpent breath thickens beneath the earth – muscle of creation, ancient and coiled, smouldering in the belly of red country.II With a tremor…
O sons of the eagle, O daughters of dust, We chant of commandments, in “In God We Trust.” Parchments held high, but hearts full of rust, Trading the altar for…
1. In the hush before sun-bringing, heroes moved unseen – shadows skimming riverbank, rising where eucalypt bends beside the silent springs. Phantoms of first ages, the past stirring the sand.2.…
Ngaya bamal. Sun rides high – warami, old people, the barray (land) shimmers as cicadas cry out their heat song.By the ngurra (camp), we weave, fish for garara (mullet), burra…
Claytons: the drink you have when you’re not having a drink. A brand for the fake, the substitute, the stand-in – Australia’s own way of pretending, performing the ritual of…
Lachie and Rupie, barons of ink, Turn chaos to coin quicker than you’d think. With profit their beacon and ethics for sale, They spin every scandal and tip every scale.Assaults…
King Grift the Great, with a gold-foil crown, Parades through towns in his made-for-TV gown. He kisses the babies (but pockets their sweets), Spins tales of the swamp to billionaires’…