You write with the emotional ferocity that helps me believe the better part of us can not be silenced or made submissive. I dont think anyone would doubt your sincerity

#vss365

Out of sight i assume
the sounds of people
& machines grind & tear at
rubbish collected around
town. On the building a sign
for skip bins. & beside
the short road people
have parked because
people parked already
when they first showed up
to work #blind to what to do
for the rest of the day

#vss365
I guess they took the maps
away when people drew
dragons on the road towards
the end of the page. The earth
and its endless myths blowing
travellers back from the edge
of the world. The oblivion of #ink
with nothing to fall on, like the night
is a well of unwritten words
and stars shining

#vss365

There is so little in a scratch
in the earth, like it is possible
to find such a beautiful thing
if you swim in any direction,
the oceans of #sand waiting
for wind and waves with nowhere
else to end but into each other
playing over the shore lines
of footprints left between the tides

A magpie god
gets fed everyday
in a land it no longer
its own. As black
and white as a hole
in the ground. A thief
on a different land.
An error in an ideal
picture of distance
and stark trees, now
as bare as a need,
copied, sent, forgotten
dragged out to show
children what was
but now is theirs

Not just editorial gatekeeping, but editorial differentiation. There is scope for mainstream media to analyse issues from different angles if only to gai market share. Mraning that people who watch a lot of diverse media can get close to a bigger picture. Algorithms don't do this

It is an overt demonstration of the mechanism of traditional media

To a certain point twitter is a reault of social media abandonment. The same happened with the facebook exodus - all tgat were left were the peripheries, who immediatally got louder and more self justifying, more cloistered in their own echoes. It was the use of this for political gain that stinks

#vss365 #revolve
I want to throw a stone
as easily as far as a voice
into clouds parting lips

like sunshine is the conversation
pluming from an unhurried land

& i can only whistle
at how bright, and beautiful
it explodes into life

& there are no stones
i could throw and not see
land like a voice

#vss365
On nights like this we used to swim in the crowds
their faces animated by the shifting lights
& conversations carried on from the day
the things almost for sale held in gentle dream
like hues behind windows of closed shops
& the glimmering things above them
satelites and #fustrated stars

#vss365 #waver

Another summer lost
to a nearer horizon
a #waver of humid heat
now too familiar
to the tail of bombs
falling now too familiar

#vss365

Everyone hides
in the story and its #overcast
clouds like the rain
the main character
is a downpour of people
curling into the womb
shape of water droplets
in free-fall the moment
the world seems just
there & attainable
& growing too fast
to the applause of
damp spots, out out
burned away

The poem that can be written
I left behind in a leaf that screamed

reality
reality
reality
reality

could be the one next door
the one i left behind with leaf

leaf
leaf
leaf
leaf

leaves as red as another

passed

sunset

This poem had a child
yelling in the background
before i even thought
a day could be as good
as an empty carpark
and things to do like this

#vss365

They call this place parts of the world
that may never come back from the sea
as #bonny echos in greys and papers
stacked in empty museums built
from stones near black as Aberdeen
but filled with more of an endless sky
& the fires that swell from the sweetness
of drifting patient eucalypts

#vss365

The story that can't
tell itself drives past
drapes #jewellery fumes
around a kneck and counts
off the poem's touch on
its skin and the summer tar
i think it is for me to turn
my fingers those stones
and drips of condensation

the evaporation of another
afternoon has cars crying
and me

#vss365
#splendor
like headlights' light
on the road from Goulburn
to split the milky way in two

like it's the easiest thing
to pull the universe apart
for a wider road to Sydney

& this other universe that must
be faster than the speed of light
for how much needs to be
moved townwards in the night

#vss365 #timid

There are no words left
except sorry trolley
in the sorry rain, sorry
suns in the sorry night
the sorry myths of ember
that end right there
where i have to start,
pointing a #timid finger
at the sorry universe
and promise the gods
sorry are still far away
singing raindrip songs

#vss365
<appendix australis>
𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑛

Straya is a land #obsessed sun
& burned away names, a path

through trees keeping distance
between each other & the fire

they hold for their seeds
showing flames any way to water

anywhere except here the earth
lapped thirstily by tounge red leaves

#vss365

A sun forgotten
by the time work started
this morning. The new
lights lit, shine from floors
like strata of time, layers
of #stellar constellations
collected, piled upon each
other back into the heavens
as stars wink away
like people in memories
covered by the gentle sun,
glowing, smiling

#vss365

<a fable>

When the land was divided
up by lines of oceans & rivers
of words dead soldiers wished
for one more breath to say
there climbed from the clouds
the #beastly weight of the
heavens onto the town
and a small boy who thought
he saw God in the stars before
they moved when he pointed

#vss365
After the rain i whisper
there is so much #ache into
an already trembling earth

and look for something to add
to a puddle in a god's path
towards the rest of the water

a single seed dropped by a bird
in a clear sky, floating in a reflection
with clouds as bird with yet petal wings

#vss365

I spend an afternoon
brushing away
pages of stories, of #ghosts
I burn into my mind
with the endless
things to do, all the cleaning
of careless mistakes
brushed under pages
of days before, and before
broken hearts, and missed
opportunities, lives
like lines of a person
appearing in mist

If only there were systems in place where people are paid to talk openly about issues that affect communities on masse. You know, like the algorithmic and mathematic underpinning of identity and personhood. You know, a profession usually used to working on insinuation and abuse of mythology

#vss365

They said there was #pain
when the world spilled
out a mouth, the grit
of a landslide of forgotten
things, burried, lodged
between teeth to be
picked later with a nail
when theres nothing
else but breathless dust
& a loss of words when
confronted with the beauty
of all there is spewed about

#vss365 #soul
It gets in2 everything eventually
& maybe that's why I'm
obsessed with cleaning, with light
piercing rooms through small windows
dust eager 2 follow anything that moves:
n arm acting out flight, slowly raising
& falling imagined feathers, billows
of air, the arrow point of a blown kiss

#vss365 #soothe

Like drawing
a mineral from
otherwise land
soothed to sea
by sleepless
water silver, tin,
mercury moon
waves of treasure
tomorrow's how
it is easy to forget
to pick up universes
by the handful
let them spill
between your fingers
how they sparkle
like light can never

*

end

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#vss365 #thrum

the thrum of censorship
moves through ■■■■■
■■■■ ■■■■■■ ■■■
words ■■■■■ breaths
short heaving ■■ ■■■■

*sunward

#vss365

Between mouthfuls
of air in this human
place I have forgotten
how to digest what
is already inside me

how to chew the road
that weaves through
one mouthful & the next
tar #drizzle of places

to pick out, to go, &
splatter like ink flown
from the end of a finger
pointed at the oh so far