Nailing Pooranateré

(On tenacious proposals to erect a cable car on The Mountain)   This mountain now. Assume it rich and slippery of mood. Let it nudge the morning talk abroad. Let it slip within the old town's skirt.   From the steps of the House of Blah I see a fret of green life reaching forward [...]

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I’m Driving: Laughing Jack to Hobart

Laughing Jack Lagoon is at my back. Suddenly there is     shatter. Shatter        cluttering to the horizon.        . Some treefern survive. Arched fronds nod a knowing, cast it on the wind. The broken voice of the land dreams it back, the quick complexity before the Shatter. No-one means to wound our dreams. But [...]