A Waving Forest – by Zowie Douglas-Kinghorn
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A Waving Forest – by Zowie Douglas-Kinghorn

… Beneath the water, life is more graceful. Sprawling groves of kelp shift and furl in the current, while tiny silver snook fish dart between the seaweed; a wrasse glides between the plunging curtains. I follow it, hearing my sucking breath amplified by my snorkel. The mask fogs up. I continue paddling, floating and kicking over the kelp beds. I can’t see anything except a cloud of my own shallow breathing. Suddenly, my heart is racing—my chest feels like it will burst. The physical sensation of being underwater grips my ribcage like a vice. As spots appear in the corner of my mask, every shadow becomes a dark trench ready to swallow me …

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Fluctuations in Landscape/Language/Lasagne - by Christine Howe
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Fluctuations in Landscape/Language/Lasagne - by Christine Howe

… here we are – writers, artists, geographers – on a bend in the river, talking about our shared coastlines. We tussle with the knowledge that the coastal areas we love are already experiencing the effects of climate change, and we brainstorm how we might create art that could help our communities envision a vastly different future. We talk, walk and write together …

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Housing Climate: From Plastic to Concrete - by Miriam McGarry
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Housing Climate: From Plastic to Concrete - by Miriam McGarry

From Tasmanian fires to Queensland floods, Miriam McGarry wonders how we will find home in an age of climate instability:
… I was reclaiming a pair of jeans I had loaned her, collateral from the era we had share-housed, when Jack shouted from the bathroom, ‘Look at this sky!’ It appeared as if the entire mountain was on fire. ‘Hobart blue’ was replaced by a brutal and swelling terracotta. A closing barricade. A shroud …

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Thirst - by Rick Morton
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Thirst - by Rick Morton

By the end of 2004, when I was graduating from my regional state high school, a person could almost walk clear across the dam that supplied our entire region with water … In many ways, I was a child of drought …

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Swift Parrot x Dark Mofo - by Zowie Douglas-Kinghorn
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Swift Parrot x Dark Mofo - by Zowie Douglas-Kinghorn

Sex and death on the eve of the winter solstice? I gulp as the ogoh-ogoh looms over me, ready to prey on my fears. The usually diminutive swift parrot (or Lathamus discolor) is rendered in behemoth glory as a papier-mâché Balinese sculpture. Beneath the parrot’s clawed foot is a small parcel made of palm leaf: a canang sari …

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Pink Sun - by Toby Fitch
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Pink Sun - by Toby Fitch

… at peak hour / pink sun / black sky / you can return now / for eternity / ’cause you’ve stood up with the Hellsong / hung loose and come out the other / sideline without a hose / to fan the arson online …

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Selling the Farm - by Nicole Gill
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Selling the Farm - by Nicole Gill

Nicole Gill on holding on, and letting go:
They’re selling our family farm. And I don’t think that I can stop it. I find out second-hand, from my brother. My mind skips over emotions like a stone across water – denial, anger, straight over bargaining, and into depression. How can this be? The Van Diemonian squattocracy ain’t what it used to be …

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hope thicks the air - by Viv Cutbush
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hope thicks the air - by Viv Cutbush

… It’s about the movement of water. Clay, silt, sand and gravel. The skin of a mountain ash tree. It’s about Joan of Arc and hope in the dark. It’s about the futility of words, except without words all we are left with is what goes unsaid …

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