climate

.

.

It’s hot

hot to trot

hot to the touch

feeling the heat

red hot

very warm

hot chip

It’s a smoke hazard

cracked

on fire

ablaze

It’s like, combustible there

sizzling

hot fuzz

fuzz wuzz

r e a l  h o t

fry an egg on it

close

humid

bloody warm

hot and heavy

hottest on record

hot tomali

hot tomatoes

too hot to grow

going slow

sit up and take notes

kinda arrangement

.

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silver dollar tree

Lamington World Heritage

For Mackie

.

Shine the lights on

the silver dollar tree

on that night

on that bend

in my car

the silver dollar tree

.

Standing out like a beacon

on my way home

a transition point

from my left to my right brain

way of seeing

after a PM shift

.

In my Nursie shoes

swish swish

slippy slap

in the halls

of a Nursing home

feeling contained

.

Silver Dollar Tree

I’m looking for you

every night on my way home now

looking for you shining

like a beacon

like a shining light

.

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the future?

the future?

for Dimity

.

.

I’m making friends

with the weeds

I spy you hiding, Billy goat weed

in your tomato suit

.

Dead heads snapped at the neck

and piled in a heap

lantana heading upwards

over the top of the shed

.

Green chickweed

colonizing the rose garden

with the wandering dew

and the Singapore daisy

.

I hear dandelions are tasty

roasted root as coffee

leaves tender

flowers in salads

.

If I were a weed

I would choose to be

a cobblers peg

friendly, transportable, adaptable

.

Farmers friends

sticky beaks

effective, efficient, annoying

everywhere

.

love the weeds

for they may be our future

as the golf courses dry up

and the wells run dry

.

Sticky beak salads

may be the next gourmet item

and the best harvests may be coming from

in between the rows

.

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the visitor

The oxygen left the room

.

as I breathed salt water

floating seamlessly

between two universes

feeling the weight and magnitude

.

of the white puff

of a dandelion seed

.

I watched, pinned, floating

as it swirled in through the front door

lingering, laughing, carousing

it stayed

forever and no time at all

.

it hung there, hesitating

before it flew

.

like a Black Cockatoo call

out the back door

and into the universe once more

leaving me with

gravity returning to my limbs

heavy as lead

reed avocado

reed avocado

reed avocado

pumpkins

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a declaration of independence

indelible

A declaration of Independence

something to be proud of

to broadcast into a public forum

.

What would that be to me?

.

Definitely not a dance of cynicism

or an angry proclamation

of being unlovable unable and disabled

.

Not a walkout of mass proportions

on all that was loving sustainable and nurturing growing and fertile

a walkout on cats dogs fish hens gardens people

.

No

.

A declaration of Independence

would look like a Blue Forest

mulch compost songs birds and trees shoes on the doorstep muddy and worn

.

it would be the Universe in a coffee pot

A lifetime of old tea leaves chucked on the front verandah

The Virgin Mary on the mantle piece singing to Nina Simone

and endless dog hairs in the bed on my clothes and in the carpets

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Exquisite

One of my favourite garden treats is a Cape Gooseberry, Psysalis peruviana. It is part of the Nightshade family.

I go hunting often for it, looking for the ghostly pods, today I found some lying around in the freshly cleared vege patch. Before scoffing them all, like a vitamin c starved lunatic, I took some pics.

It is a beautiful plant. Skeletal in its decaying casing-it holds the seeds to new life within. The beginnings and the ends. all together. very clever and it’s yummy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LIFE FORCE

by Geraldine Bigelow

 

“…..I move with the memory

of all I pass

the secret folds of middle earth

and run them through the field of Man

of great beast

and flirtatious bird

seeking out myself

I spray forth

taking the wind

and its chiming message

down to the pool of water

where all life has gathered.”

 

 

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‘Haiku from Headquarters’

I am a carer, working in Aged Care. I work a lot in a closed Dementia unit. It is both beautiful and distressing all at the same time. As an artist I aim to bring communication in different formats to the discussion. I am most interested in discussing the social aspects of aged care, the effect Dementia has on the individual and family and friends.

‘Haiku from Headquarters’ is a suite of work I have compiled to bring a greater understanding to dementia, it’s beauty and challenges. I have included a link here to Altziemers Australia.

There is always a risk that works may seem patronising or diminishing, but I assure you this series has been made with thought and love.

I have pictorially represented the Haiku, to add to the feelings of disconnection experienced by the person living with Dementia, of their family.

https://fightdementia.org.au/support-and-services/i-care-for-someone-with-dementia/later-stages-of-dementia

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boundaries

I have always thought gardening was a great metaphor for life. Today I have been digging boundaries, to stop invasive’s entering growing spaces.

I think it is very healthy to have boundaries, if anyone tries to control, blame or manipulate, that little earth trench is there to nip it in the bud. It does however require regular maintenance.

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December

‘She stood in the driveway

for a moment I did not recognise her

her face in repose’

In photography theory, taking an image is a form of death, a representation of a moment passed that cannot be reclaimed. Is living not similar to a series of infinite minute deaths with every breath? No one second the same as the next. Our bodies charging ever onwards through time and space. Nothing ever the same, trying to hold onto things is as pointless as trying to hold onto a handful of water.

I love the language of photography, it helps me make sense of things.

 

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playing with my food

green tomato, hung on a fly screen, with acetate underneath. go figure??

I don’t know why I have cut up a green tomato and stuck it on my fly screen and photographed it. pretty eh? Perhaps by taking the time to photograph it I see it in a different light! Who was it that said…’you only truly see something when you photograph it’ ?

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