By chance they rise from the dull green floor dappled, pulsating columns uninterested in my measuring gaze their stray arches lowering beneath Autumn’s bright blue dome How can I paint...

I am still The black swan of trespass on alien waters. —Ern Malley, ‘Dürer: Innsbruck, 1495’ One percolates java. A season burns. The other spoons ant after exciting banded sugar...

like mammoths in tar most of the universe is missing dark matter and noble gasses keep it from falling apart lines of liquid in full solar glare detect soft -ware...

after a now lost avenue of Southern blue gums for roadworks (Eucalyptus leucoxylon) all many hundreds of years old In places the road through the valley is complicated by blue...

It’s 10am. He’s already talked to the birds and flowers If to be human is to be baroque, he would like to feel more involved, or more complex. Originality is...

“So the plan is the dingoes wipe out goats then we come back and humanely shoot those dingoes because they’ll have tracking collars so we can find where they go....

River we’re on – so much upstream, so much drag-pull-heave, water still upland, all cow and cow feed, almond trees, cotton and rice seeds, all you and me, each day:...

Take the Wikipedia entries for ‘forest’ and ‘water’ and change the tense: forests are to forests were; water is to water was. Relieve yourself of the pressure of time; the poem forgets/forgot ruminants, rockfaces and oceans. Never...

Tracks To watch monarchs flutter Long signs of songlines through grass and ferns at Gum feet A path set for a royal stride, too precise for I to follow Maybe...

She is on the last frontier, the edge of forest as she knows it. She breathes in air frost-laced and petrichor and surveys the scene, looking for a landing. There...

The stone knows at heart, of the microbes tucked into its grains, that they too are stone, like the trees, like the flatworms. The birds are the shards of its...

I pick my way around dry grass, cow pats, prickles it’s hot and this is not pretty country we pass a huge coolabah sprays of new leaves lit like emerald...

Long through time we have known you Our hearts beating fast against yours For you the slow pulsing beat Of land and mountain and stone goes on Slow but sure,...

the manna ash is weeping sugar a tart nest, almost honey. from a balcony in the city its flowers appear only just thicker than dust. from up here it is...

In December 2021 the ICUN declared the Bogong Moth (Agrotis infusa) a threatened species (along with 123 other members of our Australian wildlife family) Millions upon millions they came,  ...

                              We have our own die-back               bark-ringed skin telomeres...

Hear Mitch read his poem: