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Maria Popova – Flickr Creative Commons Grey and white streaks begin to lace themselves through my hair. I embrace the signs of wisdom chasing through me there, And all around me others dye and tease their hair to conceal their age but that is their affair. I don’t mind that…
Paper Boats
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Creative Commons Flickr Geson Ratnow Paper boats conjure dreams of petals soaked by scents of the ocean. Traveling boats float in shadows people who have a simple hope for happy lands, but white markers sink in sandy earth marking graves of people who cannot resist new germs. ‘Once watched paper…
Cyclone Poetry 3
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If Glass Could Talk for Jacque If only all the tiny shards of glass bottle brown wine green yellow and purple orchid swirls could talk. What would they say if fragments realigned knit themselves back together like broken bones entwined in casts and heroes walked? What if the paralyzed could…
Cyclone Inspired Poetry 2
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by June Perkins What Would Emily Say? The creek is still here skeleton bush returns bit by bit but the swinging tree by the waterhole is gone. The tiny blue trimmed butterflies hide with the dandelions gold and brown ones nestle deep into the green grass capturing them with my…
Cyclone Inspired Poetry 1
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Feluga after cyclone Yasi – by June Perkins After Yasi He said, ‘You are not out of the ordinary if you feel a little apathy.’ She said, ‘We’re still sleeping on our veranda. It’s so cold.’ He said, ‘Scaffolding arrived on Saturday mornings well before breakfast,’ then yawned. She said,…
June Paisa Perkins 