We begin with a framework strong enough To hold in its hands this planet’s poem: A scaffolding blunt as the flint hearted mountains And supple as green boughs twisted toward...

‘Adani killed my father’ These words were in Adam’s head when he woke up, but he was unable to remember any dream they were part of It was still daylight:...

1 This Estuary This morning the mist comes apart before me, like fabric, like ashes – revealing at low tide the craters in sand left by night-anglers pumping for bait...

In her speaking she returns to us and I, with my Not-I awake, and going about my day, walk with Earth behind my lids, two by two, and breathing thus,...

Remember that they razed the Standing Stones, Remember that they scarred the Sacred Sites, Shackled the Ground and the Tides, Poisoned the Bramble Cay and the Melomys. And so I...

the man next to me on the train has a swastika tattooed on his left forearm, three empty seats to my left. the man next to me on the train...

Pushing empty packets into the bin, I see the whales, on the news, 470 of them lying haphazardly like precious flotsam a child might find, washed up in Macquarie Harbour....

The pandani graze where they’ve scattered, mid-step in buttongrass, necks wrapped against the cold. Torsos a brief illusion. We sit listening to their chatter. Centuries-old migrations woven through the slow-tumbled...

They navigate by stars and the earth’s own iron, a thousand kilometres of spring dark on wings you could read newsprint through, bound for the granite country, the cool caves...