discourse

  • Musical magpie discourse  
         backing track for wild heart’s ease 
    Now with threat see maggie swoop 
         terrible, rabid defence 
    Bloody hell! With boundaries agreed 
         reigning in peace – so could we? 

    Written in the Korean sijo form, westernised for English, about an Australian experience

    Magpies are a highly intelligent species, with complex social structures, and an indescribably beautiful voice. Our wild magpies often make friends with humans, and initiate complex communication rituals with people they see as friends. Come Spring however, their relentlessly aggressive defence of their nesting territories, strikes terror into every Aussie heart, man or child. They won’t attack if you are Friend.

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  • Regulator Cracked

    faster we spin
    and faster

    shit 

    look at us

    grief swamps
    his
    lungs, drowning 
    gentle words
    before they land 
    … one

    worry spins 
    your
    gut, flinging 
    help aside till 
    care flakes brittle 
    … two

    rage boils 
    our   
    muscles, curdling 
    nascent smiles 
    while seeding hate 
    … three

    wild glee bloats 
    their 
    hearts, spiralling 
    blinding peaks 
    torn apart from ‘we’
    … four  

    faster we spin,
    stretched –
    fraying, torn 
    fragmented

    breathing…  


    in 

    out 

    eyes open 


            we 

    in out 
    eyes open 


                     and they 

    in out 
    eyes open 

                               as one 
                                      our world 
                                              exhales 

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  • Astigmatism

    all that I know is shaped 
    within 
    the opalescent membrane 
    of a looping 
    colour-bleached bubble 

    forever tethered 
    to our collective —  
    my tribe 

    stretched to the widest 
    of limited reach 
    while shadow self 
    whispers the way 

    beyond translucent caul 
    are shadows and light   
    in constant play — 
    never surely known 
    except by the tales 
    I’ve dreamt 
    to myself 

    today I ask, what shape 
    my space, how wide? 

    from in here 
    can I truly know 
    you, over there? 

    can we trust all we know 
    lands in truth? 

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