On the New Age: Ode to an Alien Nation

Feathers belong to birds. Any human, anywhere, who uses them in any way is using a gift that we appropriate, to which we assign human meanings. What do the birds have to say about it?  Lately, on social media, I’ve seen Indigenous thinkers and activists moving to take down a spate of New Age practitioners…

Transit of Alexandra

Fuckin they’re on Native Time. I ain’t scared Ma, I’m mad. Fuckin chicken shit! I’m shaking cause I’m mad, Ma, that’s how mad I am! Two sets of footsteps, one a halfbeat behind. She catches up to Ma as they pass me, raging about white cunts on stolen land they’s just borrowing this place we…

2011: Uses of Poetry

it’s 2011 i’m the City’s Poet chosen to laud us to declaim us, to name us exhort us, inflame us   actually, people often ask me what does a laureate do?   it is not, i assure you a position designed to discover just how bitchy, back-stabbing and vain poets can really be, for how…

1998:Release

it’s 1998 i have a theatre company now i wrote a grant, three years’ worth start up funding then had to hire people now have to train them it will be a wild ride it already is but the drama will increase off-stage outstrips onstage such is arts life. today, though, we are at the World’s…

One Moon, Many Faces

This poem is the first one i translated into Spanish on my Español page. One Moon, Many Faces At the balance point between summer and autumn so much turns on the breath of fog falling over a broad green stream. To be so pierced by light vague, faceless sun given specific, cratered glory And down in…

All My Relations, Bird Style

Well, what do you know? I’m not a monkey’s uncle, but i am a magpie’s aunty. There i was gardening, and a magpie alit and began haranguing I ignored the noise, figuring it was commentary upon our lordly grey cat, sunning his royalness there on the deck. Slowly, though,  i realised the bird was serious…

On Black Coffee Poet This Week

A somewhat self-serving shout-out to the mighty Black Coffee Poet blog. It’s my honour to lead off his week of Honouring and Remembering Indigenous Women. Check it out all week long for more great posts on the theme; and i hope you enjoy my labour of love, Washing the World. http://blackcoffeepoet.com/ My apologies in advance,…

Idle No More

dandelion seeds blow and root across borders heedless lifted for the sun Today, Idle No More happens all around the world. Here’s to all the people, old and young, of whatever heritage, who have taken up the challenge to say, we all have a stake in the health and sanctity of our world. There is…