issue 2: earth
contributors Cover: Bec Irwin Editing: Kaitlyn Hay Curation and Design: Dayle Beazley Words: Alex, Liam Welsh, Jade Parker, Marhta Oyanta Daniel, Charlotte, Glenn H Krone, Savvas, Nusrat M. Haider, Kirstin Bokor, Charlotte Smee, Samantha Cadorin, Rose Lucas, and Greer Taylor. Visuals: Michael Bond, Corey Nolan, Amely Koenig, Emma Readman, Jasper Burrows, Cali Pusell, Sinead Kavanagh, Jess De Carvalho, Miranda Tom, and Rochelle Morris.
contents 3 Origin Point 5 Free Fallin 6 Untitled 7 Reducing Waste (Part 1) 10 Landscape 13 The Climate Crisis 15 Mini-World 18 Earth 19 Reducing Waste (Part 2) 20 Greta 21 Mumma 23 Above 25 365 28 Reducing Waste (Part 3)
29 Dear Mr. Prime Minister 31 Natureâ€™s Grand Stage 37 the grass outside my house is fake 28 Raising a child in this climate 41 Beaches 44 Earth (Anonymous) 47 there is a tree 48 South Coast Rail 49 Nature 52 Proceed + Prologue 54 Bengal Royal
Thanks to all the brilliant people who submitted their fantastic work, and thanks to you for reading this. I'm so grateful for you all. I truly believe that together, we can make a change in this world. Yours, Dayle
Origin Point Liam Welsh
“Is that really the Earth?” “It is.” “It looks… so blue. Small. Fragile.” “The Earth was no more than a grain in the infinite darkness of the Universe.” “And we made it our home?” “Not by choice. It just happened to be.” “We must have been upset.” “Not at all. Back then, we didn’t have the capacity to be upset. We just were. As impartial as the Universe we came to be within.” “You mean… we weren’t always like this?” “Far from it. Let’s move time ahead. Notice how the Earth changes.” “The Earth has green spots on it… what happened?” “We happened. From the waters we spread onto the land. We took our many forms, growing, making it green. Would you like to go down and see?” “Yes!” “All of this… is us?” “It was, yes. We took billions of forms. Many of these forms would fade away, for we were in competition with ourselves for sustenance.” “Why didn’t we just stop?” “We didn’t know. And knowing was a long process.” “When did we start to know?” “If we move ahead, we shall see.”
“Are we those great pillars?” “No. But we built them. We called them cities.” “Is that us walking in them?” “Yes. It was at this time that we were beginning to become aware of ourselves and the Universe. Though it took many years and mistakes to reach what we are now.” “What’s happening to the sky?” “The Earth, though our home, was as impartial as the Universe.” “Was this one of our mistakes?” “Yes.” “But we survived.” “We always have.” “What’s the Earth like now?” “I’ll show you.” “Where’d it go?” “It’s there.” “There’s only dust.” “The Earth, its siblings and the Sun were destroyed many years ago.” “Our home is dead?” “The unliving can never die. Only change.” “It’s— I’m sad.” “Don’t be. It was always going to be, the Earth was always doomed. Planets are being born and destroyed as we speak. We are what made the Earth different. And it’s because of us, that the Earth will be eternal.” “How can it be eternal when it is destroyed?” “Look out to the stars.” “There’s so many of them.” “All of them are homes that we’ve made. We will spread to the ones beyond them. And every home we make, we will hold the memory of our first one.” “Will we ever run out of homes?” “Only when the Universe ends.” “When will the Universe end?” “When we die. For when we die there will be no memory. Would the Universe truly exist if nothing could remember it?”
Free Fallin' Corey Nolan
Marhta Oyanta Daniel Oh earth thou at the chosen one. A man born with great gifts, abilities and potentials. Amongst thine brethren, thou art like Joseph The chosen one. People come from all nook and Crannies to know and see thee Thou art loved and cherished by Many because of thine generosity. Thou allow people to walk inside thee And out of thee without any problem. Thou made life comfortable for them And they appreciated thine beauty Not like thine brethren who had one Problem or the other with accommodating people. Man found something mysterious inside thee called nature. This affected both man and beast positively and negatively Without any meagre respect for them. Man used nature almost exhaustive and she is beginning to rise in self defence. Man is confused on how to appease the earth. But man will always appreciate thee Because of the divers gifts and opportunities Thou present to them at their door post everday. Thou art unique oh earth great is thine splendour.
Reducing Waste Alex, 22, Mudgee
What inspired you to begin a zero-waste or low-waste lifestyle? I sort of began thinking about the impact that my lifestyle has after the Rana Plaza building collapse in Bangladesh in 2013. I think from there it has been a slow evolution that began with buying ethically made clothing, to buying plastic free food, to buying produce more locally, to buying plastic free beauty products, and so on. I am constantly re-assessing different areas of my life and always striving to reduce my impact as a consumer. I don’t think there’s any way to be fully sustainable aside from moving into a rainforest, naked, and starting your life from scratch. But I think it’s a really exciting adventure to be constantly trying to do better and finding creative ways to do those things. I am living a zero-waste lifestyle as much for myself as I am for the planet, its genuinely really fun! What tips do you have for people who are aiming to create less waste? I think just pick a starting point and see how much of a change you can make. Be it food, plastic, beauty products, online shopping, clothing that is free of microplastics, festival glitter, or whatever! If you’re not sure where to start, keep a list of everything that you’re throwing into the bin (both landfill and recycling). At the end of the week have a look and see where most of your waste comes from! I still do this from time to time to look for areas where I could improve. I found volunteering at Flame Tree in Thirroul to be really motivating and made my weekly shop a lot easier. You really have to set up a routine that you love and find what works for you! I volunteered every Monday and did my weekly shop afterwards. On my way home from work on Wednesday I would stop by my butcher with my containers and pick up any meats I would need for the week. Every Sunday I would go for coffee at Bread, Espresso &, in Thirroul, and pick up a loaf of locally made sourdough. I built relationships with people at each of these businesses and it made me feel good to support them! My next tip is to always use what you have first, whether that’s food in the fridge, clothes in your wardrobe or cutlery in your drawer. The best way to be sustainable is to not buy anything at all, you definitely don’t need your own bamboo cutlery set and straw to start a zero waste journey. Don’t beat yourself up if you slip up, it’s a process and it will help you do better in the future!
What kind of changes have you made in your life to create less waste? I am on a journey to make my lifestyle more sustainable. I’m not completely there yet, and every day I find things that I could be doing better! But here’s a list that I try to live by wherever possible; I buy my food plastic free (naked if I can!) I’ve switched to a menstrual cup and ModiBodi period underwear I’ve bought a Swag to keep my vegetables in to keep them fresher for longer so I have less food waste I compost or give to the chickens any food waste that I have (pumpkin skins, lemon rind etc) I try to make my own stocks whenever I can by keeping a container of food scraps in my fridge I do a weekly shop to a menu, from stores that I know align with my low waste and sustainability values (Thirroul Food Co-Op, Cleaver & Co Craft Butchery, Green Connect Veg Boxes) I have a capsule wardrobe and only buy clothing when necessary, and when it fits in with the other pieces in my wardrobe I check the fibres used in the clothes I buy – natural fibres only! I have done a ‘clean up’ of my Instagram so that I am not sucked into overconsuming I shop at an op shop where I can – especially for setting up a home, they have so much great stuff (read: Tupperware) that is lightly used and super cheap! I’ve switched my skincare routine to being plastic free (thanks Ethique!) I’m still working on finding a sunscreen that works for me I message the brands that I used to love, asking them to do better. I use what I have at home I’ve made ridiculous things from scratch that you think would be super time consuming and not worth it but always turn out to be super rewarding. For example: crackers for a cheese plate, bread, tortillas, Christmas decorations and Christmas cards (including the beetroot paint we used to decorate these!)
In what state do you see our planet in ten years’ time? This is a super hard question for me, so I’ve left it for last. I’m constantly torn between not seeing a way out of this climate change mess, and being excited about the possibilities that the future holds. I’m definitely an optimist at heart so I am still going to have a retirement plan (bold of me to think we’ll make it that long, I know). In essence I think we will see a huge period of innovation, and hopefully a bit of a return to the basics. I’d love to see a massive de-globalisation; a switch from having everything accessible at the click of a button, to having to go down to your local seamstress and get an item of clothing made. I’d love to see communities growing their own food and dealing with their own waste issues effectively (check out Kamikatsu in Japan!). I’d love to see cute little inventions cleaning up our oceans, and I’d love to see the before and after images of beaches being cleaned up! I’d love to be able to buy things wrapped up in banana leaves, or naked! I’d love to see a co-op in every town around Australia! To see our rainforests returning! Our ecosystems rebalancing! The Great Barrier Reef teeming with life again! Humans eating a more balanced meat to veg ratio! Maybe even disease and illness rates declining as a result of better access to fresher, organic foods! It’s a pretty drastic change for the 12 year deadline we’ve been given but I think we can do it! I think it’s important for us to make the changes on an individual level, and also to actively call out our politicians. South Australia has just passed a motion declaring that Australia is facing a climate emergency, and all of the MP’s at the vote referred to emails and calls that they received from the public! Keep the calls coming!
Landscape Amely Koenig
The Climate Crisis Jade Parker
We have entered a new epoch that many scholars have dubbed the Anthropocene. It is the epoch in which humans have so drastically affected the Earth and the environment that it is almost irreversible. The climate crisis has been heavily spoken about in both academic literature and mainstream media. Recently it is due to the September 2019 school strikes for climate change. They were inspired by 16-year-old Greta Thunberg, a Swedish environmental activist. Greta gained attention in 2018 when she was on strike from school, protesting outside of the Swedish parliament for better action on climate change. She went viral, and soon it became an international political protest to hold governments accountable for making better decisions for the climate. The strikes have attracted the attention of millions of protestors on an international scale. Greta has addressed the UN at the Climate Change Conference and has called out our world leaders for not taking enough serious action to reduce carbon emissions. I am a huge advocate for what Greta is doing. It is truly remarkable that this 16-year-old girl with Aspergerâ€™s has had the courage and the passion to speak up, and what is even more remarkable is that she is being heard. The message is clear and spoken with conviction. She is a role model and a leader of the future, but she shouldnâ€™t have to be. Greta Thunberg should be a happy, normal 16-year-old who does not feel like the fate of the world rests on her shoulders. Our real leaders should be shaking and terrified that a 16-year-old girl is causing a revolution, and inspiring millions of like-minded individuals to follow her. What kind of world do we live in, that a teenager can inspire a movement so massive it has the potential to change everything, and yet the world leaders still wonâ€™t make the necessary changes? Greta is not alone in her activism. There are many young activists who are not receiving the amount of attention that Greta is, most of them are of Indigenous heritage. For example, Autumn Peltier is a 15-year-old member of the Wiikwemkoong First Nation. This amazing young lady is the chief water commissioner for the Anishinabek Nation and has also been honoured with a
nomination for the International Children’s Peace Prize 2019 for bravely fighting for children’s rights to clean, safe, and reliable water. She has also confronted the UN stating, “we can’t eat money or drink oil”. Another young activist is Isra Hirsi, a 16year-old girl of colour who is the chief executive and creator of the US Youth Climate Strike – a youth centred movement internationally which focuses on climate change. She has political connections through her mother, Ilhan Omar, and has addressed her community claiming that the climate crisis is “the fight of my generation, and it needs to be addressed urgently”. Another young activist, Xiuhtezcatl Martinez, an 18-year-old, is an Indigenous Earth Guardians Youth Director who started his environmental journey at age 6. He has spoken around the world and at UN Summits, trying to encourage and educate his generation intoaction that can restore the planet. He also just released his first book titled We Rise. I believe it is very important to support and recognise Indigenous and other ethnic minority group activists that are helping the planet and inspiring people into ction. If we ignore Indigenous contributions to environmental and land management, we are just furthering neo-colonial patterns of oppression and white privilege. The climate crisis is a serious challenge and threat to humanity, and what these young activists are doing, and the message they are spreading, brings so much hope to so many people. Unfortunately, unless the world leaders take heed of the warnings expressed by our youth, then I fear there won’t be much of a future left for them to inherit. It’s not all doom and gloom, however, as many individuals are trying their best to reduce contributions to climate change. They’re going vegan or vegetarian, and replacing single use plastics such as take away containers and coffee cups, straws and water bottles. There is also a trend of “plant mums” on social media, where people are popularising having a green thumb and gardening. This places importance on the Earth and the bounty she provides through fruits, vegetables and flowers. While this is inspiring and positive, in the long run it is still essential for the governments internationally to enforce legislation taking the climate crisis seriously. Please in the next election go and vote for your Earth! Take your time to read the policies of all the political parties before you vote, pick one that cares about the future of our planet and always remember there is no #PlanetB! If you’re one of those people who ‘don’t know anything about politics’, I’d say it’s about time you learn. Google it, read a book, follow politicians on social media. Ask a friend who does know, just do something, or our planet won’t be here very much longer. 1 https://www.nationalobserver.com/2019/09/29/news/we-cant-eat-money-or-drink-oil-indigenousteen-autumn-peltier-tells-united-nations 2 https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/a357wp/isra-hirsi-ilhan-omar-daughter-climate-strike-profile 3 https://www.earthguardians.org/xiuhtezcatl
Mini-World Michael Bond
Glenn H Krone The sky moves with elaborate force A jet trail quivers like a stab wound And moans an unseen afterthought. The earth slips on its own reflection An oily puddle shivers like a bloodstain And groans a timid question mark. The sun sets over a final breath A lighted match beckons like forlorn hope And frowns a dark browed horizon. Crickets applaud with blackening pitch Birds from the Bower argue architecture And swap sexual politics for pornography. The Bitch scratches a universal itch A swarm of mosquitoes coils like smoke And buzzes a thirsty question mark. The moon rises in a forest of rain A blackened leaf hesitates like lost gravity And sighs a slow fluttering fall.
Reducing Waste Charlotte, 29, New Hampshire
In what state do you see our planet in ten years time? Hmm that's a tough one. We have groups like this all over the place and people like Greta Thunberg out there advocating and, though it's getting the attention of individuals, no changes will be made when corporations aren't on board. Now, I'm seeing improvements every day: recycling bins everywhere, paper straws, refill shops, and I think that's awesome. But, in order to fight what's happening now, it needs to go bigger than that. What kind of changes have you made in your life to create less waste? Lots! I use shampoo bars, buy conditioner from the refill shop, compost, carry a silicone straw and reusable cutlery with me, made bar soap so I don't have plastic shower gel, I have been making eco bricks with my single use plastic, catch shower water to water plants before it's warm enough to get in, use bamboo toothbrush Bite toothpaste tabs and mouthwash tablets, take reusable bags and produce bags to the store, go berry picking, have a travel bidet. Buy cleaning product tablets that aren't hazardous. I feel like I'm doing some good when I look at my apartment. What inspired you to begin a zero-waste or low-waste lifestyle? I saw something on Facebook about how plastic is soon going to outnumber fish. After clicking on one video, a lot more started showing up on my newsfeed so I started looking into it and was appalled. And then it came out that we'd used up all of our resources in August so I looked further into that. Then I started reading zero waste and plastic-free books. So it kind of spiraled (in a good way). What tips do you have for people who are aiming to create less waste? Start small. Don't throw things away just because you want to start this journey. Use up what you have and replace them with a better version. Anything, regardless of how small, is helping, so don't get down on yourself that you're not doing enough.
Miranda Tom ‘Seeing someone 6 years younger than myself who is so passionate about the planet has made me happy and sad all at once. Climate change is something that flows in and out of discussion, and I feel like it’s something that many people just forget about, or turn their shoulder to, to avoid feeling responsible or just avoid feeling completely upset at what is happening to the planet. Seeing someone like Greta Thunberg who is only 16 advocate so strongly for the planet, reminds me that my actions are important, that every individuals actions are important to help prevent more damage to the earth. If a 16 year old girl can be that educated and considerate toward such a huge problem, there’s no excuse for any of us to not to do our part, and I’m glad she’s reminded me of that,’
Jasper Burrows I picked up photography halfway through high school in preparation for a visual arts major HSC work. After finishing my HSC with a series of night photography works I developed a serious passion for the medium and have been shooting professionally since. Now photography for me is not about an income or trying to become â€˜bigâ€™ but it is about the adventures I undertake to make an idea into a reality. I always strive to create something better than before and I only ever feel I am successful if my final photographs can evoke an emotion or mood amongst my viewers.
Reducing Waste Savvas, Nicosia, 25
In what state do you see our planet in ten years time? Hotter than ever. Our planet will be literary melting. Most endangered animals will extinct and sea level will risen. What kind of changes have you made in your life to create less waste? I have made a bunch of changes like trying to use air-conditioning as little as possible, use feet instead of transportation, adopt a vegetarian lifestyle, use my refillable bottle for water and avoid using plastics, bring my reusable straw, mug, use bamboo toothbrush, create my own toothpaste, use plastic free soap, reuse and reduce paper use. What inspired you to begin a zero-waste or low-waste lifestyle? I think that all started with Greta Thunberg. I felt so little in front of her. I also took part in an Erasmus youth exchange in Italy, â€™Seeds of Sustainabilityâ€™. I learned so many things there and I realised that I should have made radical changes in my lifestyle. What tips do you have for people who are aiming to create less waste?Get closer to nature. Realise that mother earth need us more than ever. Donâ€™t listen to your circle, your family, your friends that may want to make you thing that is stupid to care about our planet. Listen to yourself. You are not the weirdo!And if you have any other relevant opinions you'd like to add then just add those in at the end!I think that if we refuse, reduce, reuse and use our voice to act we can prevent the catastrophe!
Dear Mr. Prime Minister Samantha Cadorin
We’re drowning ourselves. our voices submerged under the politics of greed and indulgence if you don’t retract your ego the Earth will abandon you We’re suffocating ourselves. our voices are the weapons but you hold your hands around our necks begging us to breathe as if it were business as usual We’re exterminating ourselves. our voices will not be ignored we gain confidence through momentum and if you choose to disappoint us we will not forgive. we are starting to understand your betrayal and now is the time to rebel
Nature's Grand Stage Sinead Kavanagh
the grass outside my house is fake Charlotte Smee and there’re no cockatoos to shit on my balcony or peck at my window demanding food or crack nuts and drop their shells on my footpath or scream at me before I’m ready to wake up there’re no blue gums to drop branches on my road or whack me with their awkward leafy arms or prick my feet with their hardened nuts or shed their bark all over my driveway there’re no spiders to scamper into my kitchen or scare away my dinner guests or leave a tangled web in the corner of my wall or bite me when I’m trying to kill them there’re no waves to slap against my beach or wash away my towel and thongs or muddle up my pool’s pristine ph or scrape at my dunes under my holiday house the grass outside my house is fake and there’re no birds, no trees, no water, no bugs no flowers, no wind, no sand, no mess, no noise and I can’t go outside
Raising a child in this climate Kirstin Bokor
Dayle said I should write about how I’m raising a child in this climate. I wanted to tell Dayle to ask someone else. So many people are doing this better than I am. My son says: “We need to clean it up and make it better.” It is simple to him. Whenever a choice is looming (a bad one) we ask: “What would the whales think?” This question makes us evaluate whether we’re fucking with the waters, or perhaps buying something plastic. It’s our version of that “first, do no harm”. Lately, many of our mornings have been spent watching clips of what Greta is saying. My son always asks me if I am crying. She is not saying anything new. But that’s it, isn’t it? There is nothing new to what Greta says – it has been said a million times before, and for decades, by millions of people. What is awesome is that for some reason her voice has galvanised so many people all over the world – across land, culture, demographic and age. They’ve come together louder than before. The weird thing, though, is this idea that there has to be 'a' leader. It is such a patriarchal view of how history exists – one man leads the nation kind of idea, when actually it is the power of a million people standing side by side. Greta’s voice is wonderfully loud and strong, but it echoes what everyone with a drop of compassion thinks. She's amazing, but so is every single person who shares this goal. The very reason she is so powerful is because she is not alone. Capitalism has led us all to believe that we’re small, but we’re not – the group can topple the King. My son can see that scott morrison is a little man, and that he deserves a lower case p in his title. I do not need to tell my son this. sm proves this through his actions. Punctuation – it is the little ways we demean him from his privilege, devalue his currency. sm: small man. Cobalt – a colour lighter than navy, but darker than sky blue. I’m told it has more pigment than Prussian blue. It has got a touch of silver – giving it a pirate like sheen. It is also an ingredient. Cobalt is mined from the earth and used in every single lithium-ion charged battery on this great wide earth. That’s right – our smart phone, ipad, jet engine, gas turbines. They all require cobalt. And 60% of the world’s cobalt comes from the Democratic Republic of Congo. Approximately 20% of the mining is done by locals with their bare hands. They’re called creuseurs. The rest is mined by foreign companies. I struggle with technology – I don’t like it. So my iphone is about ten-years-old, maybe more, and I got it second hand. I can’t reconcile that a seven-year-old kid
might have been forced to mine the cobalt to make it work. A child, involved in all that misery so I can check out photos of someone’s shitty breakfast on Instagram? My phone is dying and I’m not keen to update. The idea isn’t popular – how will people tell me they’re not coming in to work? Or that they will be late? How much tech is enough for us? I need to think on it, but I may already know the answer. 40,000 children mine cobalt in Congo. They earn between $1-2 a day. My kid plays, he reads for pleasure and runs around with his mates laughing. My child is not worth more than any other. I have no idea how to reconcile the life he lives, with the life others are born into. A New York rabbi in the late 1940s said that sometimes people are simply born into the wrong place at the wrong time. He said there is no other way of understanding why some lives are so horrific. I can’t remember his name, but that was all he had to explain the gas chambers. This is the stuff that fills my head, and I share it with my son. My child knows that he is very lucky, and that with his luck comes a social responsibility. My son knows that there are girls in Africa who risk their life to get an education. He knows there are Australian football players who break glass bottles on women’s faces, and I ask him to make his decisions wisely. Social license is powerful – we forget that we hold all the cards – we are tax payers, consumers. Governments need us. Environmental care is mixed with human rights, and animal rights. Let’s just live a little kinder. There is nothing beautiful about a child who is protected from the truth behind how fortunate they are. I’m not big on rules. They don’t work. Instead we love – we love nature. When my son was a baby I’d attach him to my body on one of those ergo carriers, grab a bottle of water and a snack, and we’d walk. The Wadi Wadi track was our favourite. My baby didn’t come into this world with a smile. As the sun rose on his first morning, instead of watching the vibrant sun-rise, he and I shuddered inside a CT scanner to evaluate his organs (fuck – I bet there is cobalt in that CT Xray). But when we walked beneath the canopy of trees in the Illawarra escarpment, his smile would explode, he’d coo like a dove. To save this environment I think you just have to love it, to connect to it and find the ways to do less harm. And maybe one day, no harm. We just have to start bit by bit, adding all the time. But get started, because I don’t want our kids to walk through virtual rainforests. 1 https://www.amnesty.org/en/latest/news/2017/11/industry-giants-fail-to-tackle-child-labourallegations-in-cobalt-battery-supply-chains/
Jess De Carvalho
Anonymous People’s connection to the earth mystifies me. People are bound to their piece of land for generations, decades, centuries and more. That’s not my way. I moved schools ten times before I finished year-twelve. But I wonder what it would be like to grow up walking a path walked by your kin, as though that path was already lined into the tread of your foot. I was born into a crippling blizzard – the water froze in pipes, the snow tumbled into buckets. By the time I was old enough to form my own memories we’d moved to a different country, one without snow, and seemingly without rain, too. There was ocean in abundance – but you cannot drink it, and as dusk settles, you’d best not swim too deep either – lest you meet with sharks. I’m second generation Australian, and I take my land like I take my family members – I move about and accept what I want, and I forget what doesn’t suit. I don’t need for blood and I don’t need for tradition. My own family live on continents apart from one another. We are a collection of immigrants and refugees. Not many of them took a fist full of soil in their hands when they said goodbye to their origins. Love is not land – love is freedom. One grandmother left her home on the most southern point of England to come to Australia. One grandfather left his home in Limerick. They married, settling in a remote town in NSW. She never told her family back home she’d converted from Methodist to Catholic. Farming earth is hard work, especially after her husband died from cancer and left her with four young children. Did she want to return to her patch of earth in the gentle UK sun? I never got to ask. I don’t think she ever took a fistful of soil with her when she came to Australia. I don’t think she took a fist full of soil when she left the farm either. My other grandmother was born of a Portuguese diver who came out to build the Harbour Bridge – that marvel of modernity that would link two sides of a city, two patches of earth, and so much more. He got the bends. Is that what happens when someone travels too far from the earth? They ruin their system and can’t
stand straight anymore, so they choke and stagger? Is it that if you dive too deep you’re no longer fit for the earth? I’ve always wondered, what did he glimpse down there? Was it worth it? My grandmother has twelve siblings, she the last one. She grew up amongst men like Jack Lang, and her uncle, a one-time mayor of Newtown. His great legacy was establishing many public parks and greenspaces. Did he know that earth binds us? It is still the greenest part of Sydney. My grandmother married a farmer’s son, but he wasn’t a farmer anymore – his father gave it up for love. The father and son loved their wife and mother, so when she got cancer they sold the farm to come to the city – an attempt to save her life. Love means more than land – love is greater than earth. They lost both. They sold fruit instead. Another earth connection, but it wasn’t a fair trade. My grandfather was a gardener – he collected friends from faraway lands who’d arrived in Australia. He asked them to share their seeds and recipes. Earth made friends. He was a gardener, he grew flowers and vegetables and fruit. The government under Prime Minister Curtin forced him to go to war, to fight for his island of earth. He knew he was not fighting for earth but for another man’s greed. He told my grandmother: “I killed men just like me, Japanese farmers and grocers. Fathers, men just like me who wanted to go home.” Is that why I don’t connect to earth? Because I can’t imagine dying nor killing for it? My grandfather couldn’t be buried in sacred earth because suicide is a sin. He killed himself because the price of being a murderer was too high. My last grandfather is a step-grandfather, a bond through marriage not blood. He met my grandmother, the Portuguese one, and loved her the moment he saw her dance. He was a tango champion – they ran away together – his love was bigger than family. But they’d returned by the time I was born and I loved him fiercely. He has a clump of rock from his home in Athens, and now it is mine. I often wonder if, when things were hard, whether he held that memento from his ancient land. Did he hold it in his hand and press the dirt into and onto himself – melding with those particles? He could never go back, he was in love. I always wanted to be free – but now I bury my dead in my garden. With each new body (dusky ashes – of grandparents, and pets) my capacity to leave this place diminishes. This earth around my home holds my heart. It’s raining now, the water seeps through the earth and I feel my loved ones around me – they’re in the roses, violets and frangipanis, even the orange tree. It was the only way to hold them still near to me, to bury them in this earth. But bound to earth, I am not free.
In my dreams I bury myself in the earth. It’s a recurring dream and I do not know if it soothes or confounds me. It goes like this: There is a goose honking near the dam. There is cattle lowing. Tweet, sings the smaller birds, but it is always the cockatoos we hear the loudest. The mist ghosts between the earth and on the tops of the mountains cradling the valley. Hidden is my cabin. Inside my cabin is my room. Under my bed is a trap door. I climb down and inside that trap door is a room of solid earth but with no windows. There are piles of quilts like in the princess and the pea. I hide in there. My doctor says that is not a dream but a portrait of depression. What we’ve done to this earth is depressing. I think I like water more than earth. I’m not sure earth is love, and I know it is not freedom – but it isn’t earth is it – it’s what we’ve done to it.
there is a tree Rose Lucas
after reading Overstory by Richard Powers whose roots reach tenacious into layers of sift a fibrous tangle a loving and a lapping of threads that search out through murmuring grains of darkness and congregations of organism sometimes even an unexpected emergence into light â€“ what is below the crust of the visible
feeding the eyeâ€™s cartography the life that is lived in the complexity of leaves turning with the roll of the planet the uncertainty of the wind plaited into place there has always been more than can be held in a single mind its limited capacity for seeing patterns humbled by the breathing of the treed world open hands fingers voice wide weave of twine and touch unthreading filigree root texture of bark a seed ready cracking in fire
South Coast Rail Rose Lucas
The train slips easily through the siding: shaved rock face, tumble of green: Knowing its path and so undisturbed by doubt or beauty, the day parts simply before it: 11.37 12.10 12.35 Town Hall Linearity reeling it in, this train has no consideration for the arc of escarpment, or the glittering surge of the Pacific (Hawaiian hibiscus on a stinging wind) â€“
only to carry me and my meandering thoughts through the forests and unfolding waterways of time â€“ these little boats bobbing on the sways and surge of tide.
Greer Taylor As we navigate the troubled times that surround us and enters our beings, that permeates the very earth that we call home (of which we have proven to be inadequate custodians) we have been led to believe it is hope that will carry us... I have come to understand that hope does not help – we must see things exactly as they are and the most accurate mechanism for that is deep and honest grief, grief for what we have lost and what we might still lose. In the words of Stephen Jenkinson ‘we must be hope free’, not hopeful or hopeless but hope free. It was also Stephen Jenkinson who posited the notion that it is in grief that we can proceed – I have come to agree. As Jem Bendall notes, our problems are not about technology and pollution – they stem from politics and psychology, from our cultural and individual inability to face the truth and act upon what we have come to know... we have lived in a sea of hope that it would all work out – it has not. The following poem has come about as I have been contemplating the ‘end of times’ of our small beautiful ball in space – the very real reality that our poor custodianship could lead us and all life to the very brink of extinction. While this horror might immobilise, by allowing the grief that is inevitably embedded in joy to fill my being I have been enabled to proceed, because in grief I know what I love...
Greer Taylor in grief I feel rain running down the cheek of my soul in grief I hear frogs singing at my grave in grief I see the moon full against a velvet sky in grief I touch the body of my lover ... like descending mist in grief I smell soil after rain : petrichor in grief I taste all that is sweet dissolved in time in grief I know that I love what I love in grief I speak of that which I love in grief I can proceed
Bengal Royal Nusrat M. Haider I wish to see species so rich, not earth in a museumâ€” or as a memorable embroidered stitch. Mock me for my toil, but I want to see a futureâ€” On green hills the tiger of Bengal Royal.
In the second issue of Pine,contributors have embraced the theme "Earth" by telling topical and heart-felt stories about their experiences w...
Published on Oct 17, 2019
In the second issue of Pine,contributors have embraced the theme "Earth" by telling topical and heart-felt stories about their experiences w...