The carnivores have moved into the neighbourhood. Over the last couple of years, we have had the occasional grey butcherbird visit but they don’t normally stick around. February has been the exception. The butcherbirds must have a nest nearby because a juvenile has been practising its maniacal cackle. It is very endearing. On the other hand, there have been few smaller birds around. Too tasty, I guess. Read more
Loss, lost, a path
home, a hearth — lòchran gus an
t-slighe a lasadh
On behalf of the Ragtag Community
A little Aussie satirical poem because, well, life vapes and then you die. This is not the happiest poem so you may want to skip it.
It’s Christmas Time In the City
no joy no joy no
air no air no air none
white men jokin’
it’s Christmas time in the city
make haste to land of the smoke-free
blow smoke up ya
are we having fun yet?
not me not me not
no joy no joy no
air no air no air no
Christmas barbie in the city
Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen. It happens when you’re starved of oxygen. I will resume my normal calm programming as soon as we can breathe again. Maybe in a few months time. Or maybe when we meet our Paris emission target through accounting loophole. Not happy mo-mo.
Australia. Perfect one day. Bushfires the next.
I’m a fan of a good love story and Frank Prem’s memoir, Small Town Kid, doesn’t disappoint. This small book of exquisitely written poetry traces Frank’s life from baby through to young adult in the small town of Beechworth, country Victoria (Australia) during the 1960s and 1970s. Read more
What is life without hope? Amidst the ashes and broken dreams wrought by the bushfires in Australia, life goes on.
A Vow Softly Spoken
smoke in the distance
lights a wildfire in our heart
hope for the future
heart, mind, body, soul
we shall overcome
My nephew and his lovely lady got married recently. I wish them all the very best.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Wedding.
It’s that time again, ladies and gentlemen. It’s Friday song day. One of our regular Ragtag Daily Prompt contributors, Victoria Stuart, has written and recorded some raps recently. If there is a fancy name for this poetry style, I have no idea what it is. Anyway, I was really taken with both her poem, Korean BBQ (Can I Get a To-Go Box), and her performance, so I thought it would make a perfect choice for my Friday song day.
It’s got groove. It’s got rhythm. It’s got heart. It’s got everything. I could say that a star is a born but that would be a different song. Hope you like it and have a good weekend.
In Australia, the expression ‘to stir the possum’ means to stir up trouble, controversy, or interest in an issue. So I thought I would use that expression to generate awareness of the critically endangered mountain pygmy possum. There are less than 2000 mountain pygmy possums left in the wild and their survival is on a knife’s edge. What a tragedy it would be if they were lost to us forever. I have just completed my mountain pygmy possum mosaic and am excited to share it with you. Then, one thing led to another, and I had to write a poem for them too. There is always hope and as usual, good people are working hard to save them. Find out more about these incredible little marsupials and how you can help them here. Now for the poem. Read more
I don’t know why my husband and I felt compelled to stop at the old cemetery on that fateful blustery day. Maybe it was our shared sense of impending doom. Maybe we were tempting fate. We certainly didn’t go there to take photos. So maybe it was intuition, a guiding hand. The power of the robin. He. Red-capped robin. Read more
A small poem on dirty power, deeds and double standards.