Tag Archives: ecopoetry

Monster Duck

… the hidden meaning of haiku On Tuesday 5th, in South Hobart, all performances finished, I was preparing for a recording session scheduled for the next day. Having finished writing my part of a collaborative score for a new duo … Continue reading

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Evening Cantillations

a gentle HA … and dusk begins in the tree beside the deck

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Dark Forest

28th March 2016 I awaken to a dark forest of lingering dreams. First to greet the predawn sky: two kookaburras. At the correct interval of planetary spin, I dimly hear another laughing pair. High falling whistles: a nameless bird joins … Continue reading

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Campsite of fallen giants

26th & 27th March 2016: At our new campsite within another burnt forest “shoosshh; husshh” dead leaves call from overhead brown shapes float and flutter, gathering in pockets, between exploded mounds of scorched earth and hollow logs with smoking embers;

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pompoms

black trunks; green pompoms in just two days, so much change wallaby footprints! . photo by Daniel Hayley The next chapter in my Tarkine Adventure: -–> . Campsite of fallen giants few birds sing ..<–  The previous chapter

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few birds sing

24th & 25th March: While based at Arthur River, we spent one and a half days within our first burnt forest This and the header photo by Dan Hayley few birds sing or dart through absent undergrowth and brittle canopies; no … Continue reading

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Sculpture Park

Who is the master gardener of this surreal autumnal sculpture park? In hushed awe, I walk down avenues strewn with leaves of gum and blackwood: fallen but not deciduous. . Timorously treading the soft beige and copper peppered carpet, past dark … Continue reading

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