Thursday 1 December 2016

Corn silk kite string




There's no silk in my Mother's Hair,
We don't listen gently from glistening fibres,
Protruding from the tips of the corn husk.
We do not turn the tap to trickle.
We let it pour
A deluge through our veins.
Inside the concertina is dark,
But she bellows, and she cries
Not anywhere as much as she laughs.
Too much,
Too much space she takes.
Reign in her kite strings and curse as she tumbles
Why don't you?
Have your silence.
Until you are reminded how noisy it is down there
Away from the flight of the cordless moon
Where the clouds are tickled
And the raindrops kissed.





Monday 5 September 2016

We know how you feel: Geraldton mob send love, strength across desert to Kalgoorlie


Vanessa Rockman has a pretty good idea how the family of Elijah Doughty is feeling right now.
So does Danielle Warner.
"Stay strong. It's going to get harder, not easier. You're going to get frustrated. We know what you're going through. Just keep focused on Elijah and what his life was worth," Vanessa said.
"If you focus on the guy who did it, you lose a bit of yourself and it will just make you bitter."
Vanessa and Danielle rallied in Geraldton today in support of the family of the 14-year-old who was killed when he was riding a stolen motorbike, and chased down by a man in a ute. The 55-year-old driver of the ute has been charged with manslaughter.
In Geraldton, they stood for reconciliation, for justice, for peace, for Kalgoorlie, and to mark the life of Elijah.



And unlike the emotionally charged divide in Goldfields community right now, police eventually stood beside them.
The death of the talented, happy-go-lucky, immensely loved but mischievous teenager has brought a lot of grief, frustration and political outrage to the surface for so many Aboriginal families across Australia.
Grief at the grossly disproportionate number of Aboriginal deaths in custody, young people taking their lives, young people dying of health conditions that shouldn't be touching them for another 30 years, and the fact so many of these passings go by without a stir amongst the wider community.

Vanessa Rockman has a pretty good idea how Elijah Doughty's family is feeling.

"We've had six funerals in the last three weeks here in Geraldton, and we have to go to another one soon," Vanessa said.
"These are young people. This is a suicide epidemic.
"We're dying and burying people quicker than we're giving birth to them."
Because broken court windows, stolen motorbikes, tensions between the Australian legal system and traditional law, he said - she said, and social media fireworks aside, it really comes down to one thing for these families.
Black lives matter. And it's time they mattered more to non-Aboriginal Australia. Much, much more.
Vanessa is the cousin of Patrick Slater, the 26-year-old man murdered in the hours after Australia Day celebrations near Elizabeth Quay station in Perth.
The 26-year-old was allegedly chased down and attacked with star pickets, screwdrivers, rocks and glass bottles after a brawl he was a bystander to in the early hours of January 27.
Eight people - five men aged between 19 and 29, and three boys aged 12, 14 and 17, have been charged with the murder. But the court process is slow and barely steady.
Vanessa's 22-year-old niece also died in police custody in South Hedland in 2014, after being locked up over unpaid fines.

Danielle Warner at the rally.

Yesterday, Danielle Warner was also at the Geraldton rally with a sign reading: "We're here to be heard. For our lost loved ones, we'll fight for what they deserve."
She is the niece of Christine Ryan and Horace Bynder, who were killed in a hit and run in Geraldton in October 2013.
A 28-year-old man was eventually found guilty of leaving the scene of the crash, after his ute struck the respected members of the Geraldton Aboriginal community, on Chapman Valley Road.
When emergency services arrived, they were unable to resuscitate the pair.
The driver left the scene and didn't report the crash and was sentenced to four-and-a-half years prison in November 2014.
"I'm here supporting all the Aboriginal people who have died or been killed, and those who have lost their loved ones," Danielle said.
And the rally comes just more than a month after ABC's explosive Four Corners' revelations about the mistreatment of young detainees at Darwin's Don Dale facility.
The Australian public was shocked and shamed when the program revealed the treatment of children behind bars, where young offenders have been stripped naked, assaulted, tear gassed and strapped to chairs. Children younger than 13 were held in solitary confinement for weeks on end in tiny, ghoulish cells with no access to sunlight or running water.
Politicians pretended to be shocked, despite reports being made available to them much earlier and wide media coverage in September a year earlier.
A royal commission has been set up and is due to have its first public hearing today.
More than 95 per cent of young people currently held in youth detention in the Northern Territory are of Aboriginal descent and there are reports children continue to be held in solitary confinement.
Vanessa said its just too many generations of lives being swept under the carpet, of cover-ups and misinformation. Too many years of miscommunication and cultures not coming together.
"By trying to remove people from the public gallery at the court in Kalgoorlie, letting the media in but not the family, they just made things worse," she said.


"They didn't realise there were elders there trying to protect that peace, and they removed them and then they get upset about windows getting broken.
"And this is all because reconciliation is a one sided thing. They say we have to reconcile our problems, but when we speak to white people they say it is an Aboriginal problem.
"We had a peaceful rally here in Geraldton some time back and people were driving past and yelling at us to get jobs.
"Geraldton is a really beautiful place, but if you scratch the surface there's something darker there.
"It's the same in Kalgoorlie, Port Hedland, Karratha, Carnarvon.
"This is not about crime, or housing, or revenge or any of these things.
"We're not going to fix any of this unless we look at the big picture.


 "We all need to come together as one.
"We invited the whole community to come down to today in support of the family, for this boy, for Elijah, but it was mostly just Aboriginal people here.
"But this isn't about Aboriginal or non-Aboriginal.
"If this was a white child we would all come down.
"This is about the tragic loss of a child and not forgetting what his life was worth."




Saturday 27 August 2016

Siapa Lagi Kalau Bukan Kita..?

And so it is,
I leave the crowded house,
Look up the desert trains but I stay,
Because it will follow,
The spindrift of this cold play.
Must we fall between the concrete lines,
No peaceful space between night and white?
He raped me and it didn't feel like a kiss.
She hit me and left and I made her a pressed flower bookmark.
I tried to cannibalise myself,
Because it was better than perpetual self-hating indulgence
And all rain clouds are opacus,
They're not an option, unless there's a rainbow silver lining
To share on Facebook.
Open heart surgery must be in a darkened theatre,
Yet they fashionably celebrate the Day of the Dead.
Don't describe the restorative slicing open
Just a selfie of the happy and hair-washed, lip-glossed post-op.
No love, no glory.
Turn the other cheek, read bikini news
Cause she's safe. She's an easy whigmaleerie.
You won't need to read your narrative backwards.
But if not us, then who?



Saturday 13 August 2016

Breaking the fall without breaking?


You knew certainty was a farce,
But gripped onto it anyway.
It leaves you gasping, knocks the wind out of you,
When the things you thought were solid
Those closest to your heart
The small things that loomed large as the only things you held true
Disappear in an instant.
You thought the colour blue was the colour of the sky
That 50 metres was the length of the pool
The stars above and the grass between your toes
And then it's not.
You don't think.
You're not sure.
And so then what?

Believe the stories we tell ourselves
Grip them so tight the noose suffocates
And blinds us.
Because what of those told to us?
Tracing true north to block out the periphery
The noise of lies and manipulative half-truths
The small things that loomed large as the only things you held true
Disappear in an instant
You were trekking south this whole time
And so then what?



Friday 12 August 2016

The sky has no enemy



Sometimes in a panic, in an emergency, we scream the obvious. 'Fire, fire!'. Or 'Drive faster, drive faster!'.
Those who we are with can already see the raging flames, smell the smoke. But we yell anyway
But what about those who have lost their sense of smell? The blind man who can't see the flames that are about to decimate his home? Children who have never heard a fire alarm and don't know which way they are supposed to run? Kids who are about to pull on the handle of a pot of boiling water? Tourists lured by sparkling blue waters and sunshine who don't understand they are about to wade into stinger or shark infested waters?
Who is screaming at them? Who is saving them?
Every day, multitudes of posts ridiculing Donald Trump, highlighting Pauline Hanson's racism, revealing another environmental tragedy, revealing more statistics on why incarceration and punishment of children is a bad idea, sharing stories of vulnerable asylum seekers trail through my Facebook feed.
I read them.
And often I start the emergency screaming, as do my friends.
'Look at this! Read this! How can this happen??!'
But I've left the blind man vulnerable. And that tourist is about to be stung. That child irreparably scarred.
So what does a fireman, a paramedic, a hospital emergency department team do when disaster strikes?
They identify those most in need of their help, they categorise them, prioritise, and they focus their attention at the hot spots.
We are preaching to the converted.
And not only that, we are ridiculing the fears and aspirations of leaders who are listening to and standing up for the fears of those who are scared and angry. While we think these leaders are creating the divide and drumming up the hate, which they are, we are pushing the divide further. The more we rally against them, the more they rally against us. Them and us. Them, the 'uneducated, conservative, hateful tyrants', us the 'naive, bleeding hearts who have never known hard work or real war, who would rather dine with a terrorist on principle than protect our own children'.
The world is confused.
There is so much information, so many voices, so many opinions, so many threats. And actually we are all pretty similar. We attempt to filter, streamline and categorise all of that in order to make sense of it. We must pick the 'right box' of instructions, detect the bass line and drown it out so we can hear the message in the lyrics.
Because we all have something we're scared of. We all have something we are trying to protect.
Family, liberty, values, our house, land, jobs. Security. Existence.
In May 2015 Facebook released a study about our exposure to ideologically diverse news and opinion on the social media site. It turns out, the site's maligned algorithms filter links according to social algorithms based on our friends, to give you what it thinks your beliefs and interests are, and what it thinks you might want to read. We think we're being bombarded with more information, we think we are making independent decisions on the information we consume to counteract what we are being force-fed by media outlets.
But in fact, the tunnel is closing in.
We follow users with the same opinions as our own, and inevitably, not only do our attitudes not change, we receive a warped view of the world and our previously held views become more steadfast.
It is the same for 'us' as it is for 'them'.
Now, I'm not a fan of Attorney-General George Brandis, but he does make a point about Pauline Hanson: silencing her is a "ludicrous" approach, even if her views on Islam and immigration are "unhelpful and, frankly, wrong".
In a game of chess, would you rather know how to knock out one knight, or have access to your opponents entire game plan: how they think, what their next move will be?
"I have always believed that it is absolutely the wrong idea to try and silence such people, to silence that point of view, because it's a point of view that exists in the community. Half a million people voted for Pauline Hanson or her candidates in the Senate," the Attorney-General said.
"What we have to do is we have to engage her, we have to explain why the views that she expresses about, for example, the Muslim community are unhelpful and frankly wrong."
Opposition is not our enemy. Our attackers are not our enemy.
When faced with a loaded gun, we can pull another weapon out and shoot, or stab. We may obliterate the one pointed at us, but an exponential divide, a hatred, a rallying of more guns will emerge.
Instead understand the callous glare of the gun does not see you, or us, but only what it imagines we represent.
Engage it, question it, understand it, know it.
Only then will the gaping tension dissipate.







Wednesday 27 July 2016

Falling Dove


FALLING DOVE
Crowded House


All his life
Blown by wildfire
Like a spark
Cause and effect
One loose word
Revolution
One kind act
Whole armies give thanks

Falling dove
Born of ocean
Found by man
Lived on his own
Lift a sail
Tighten the knots
Lift him up
Barely breathing

Falling dove
Do you believe in us
Like I believe in us
Is the outcome ever
Strange enough
You keep defending me
When I’m behaving badly
‘Cause you love me
‘Cause you love me too much

May the best of fortune bless you
Could any creature be unmoved
The humble nature of redemption
The simple act of finding a use
Hoping and almost praying
Believing for a moment it’s true

I make a rendezvous
In Moscow station
A midnight passenger
The café is closed
In St. Petersburg
The door slides open
And I’m a dead man
‘Til I see her walk through

Falling dove

Thursday 16 June 2016

The World in Pause




When the turtle's neck peaks back out onto the beach, 
to check the tide, if the storm is over; 
his relief comes with one long exhale. 
He breathes out for as long as he can. One, two, three....thirteen, fourteen...
For even the turtle knows, that the next wash of oxygen will be flooded with memories. 
The storm is over. 
But his heart is still beating. Himself the same. 
And the sea shells he once knew, have been washed away.

Friday 27 May 2016

Che l'amore è tutto, è tutto ciò che sappiamo dell'amore








I squinted in the night, scared to open my eyes
You were lying there, between my eyelashes
Breathing, really breathing.
If I stay awake,
Stay awake,
How long can I stay awake?
So this dream doesn't end.
Too good to be true



I wrapped my arms around, but not too tight,
If I squeezed you, you might feel me and wake up
And realise
So I just count your heart beats
Take a sharp quiet breath, to bring mine into rhythm with yours
Beat, after beat for hours
Not too loud though
Please don't wake from my dream.
Too good to be true.


Creeping through my veins,
Sunlight in my heart.
If I could just stay here, if you could just stay here
My mind and heart electric
Forever.
I'd say yes to forever.


Wake up, wake up!
You said.
This is real, please open your eyes
We gazed right in.
Our chests filled and overflowed.
I crawled in from the storm,
Straight into your arms.


The morning flooded in.
You closed your eyes. And disappeared
And I was left there with mine.
Wide open. Awake.
Alone.
Too good to be true.
I knew it was too good to be true.


I try to sleep, to find you again.
But recurring dreams are just nightmares.
That's the catch with dreaming.
Just the memory of being lit up
Leaving it darker than before
Too good to be true.


But I'll keep closing my eyes.
Every night the stars come
They are soldered to my soul.
Little hope lights.