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The colour of you
- Rory Harris
- 20 July 2021
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The green of your garden. A white box. Hive of bees. The colour of you.
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A black and blue visitation
- Rory Harris, Grant Fraser, Lyn McCredden, Jamie Dawe
- 08 June 2021
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Into the sky, black and blue visitation by which we are blessed, or warned. Screaming like lovers en route, regal, snapping for nuts and dominance in the clattering trees.
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The joy of one step after the other
- Angela Costi
- 14 April 2020
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She is sitting on the edge of a mountain in the Annapurna, her face, away from the camera, her gaze, focused on the Lamjung peak, experiencing a moment of peace like many before and many after. The seconds could be hours could be days, the weather could be challenging or kind, she could be alone or surrounded by trekkers. It has taken careful hoarding of time and money to be sitting there framed by sky and snow.
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Summertime in drought
- Jeremy Gadd
- 07 April 2020
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It was summer in the midst of drought. The earth was parched, impenetrably hard, and all about leaves fell like rain, clogging gutters and the drains. Leaves fell in clouds, curled and dry, and formed a carpet across the street that crunched beneath pedestrians’ feet.
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An echo of silence
- Rory Harris
- 30 March 2020
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Melbourne in summer & the weather is grand & blazing, proof that global warming is real. At my age I allow myself to be surprised.
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Fire poems
- Bill Rush, Rory Harris, Collen Keating
- 13 January 2020
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It's as though it's suddenly turned winter, the way the earth is covered over and the grey stretch of ash is drawn up to its chin like a blanket. And though it's day, the bird-less quiet is a kind of night, and everything we ever thought we knew has been turned upside down, the first now last, and the last first.
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Before your interment
- Rory Harris
- 22 July 2019
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I left the memorial and at home dug deep into the garden, stacking bricks to retain what was left of the beds, to hold back the fall of earth ...
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Through the window a Eucharist of moon
- Rory Harris
- 18 February 2019
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On the flight out of Manila / clouds sculpt prancing herds / & then the long drive south / to a home as we know it / back to a sound of almost rain.
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A landscape called humanity
- Colleen Keating, Joshua Ryujin, Rory Harris
- 06 August 2018
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Guided by divers and ropes, via a birth canal, from the womb of the cave in a dark mountain, through the tightness of crevasses. Hold your breath ... surrender fear ... heave in the labour from death to life. Why is it disasters create heroes?
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Tomatoes, harbour
- Rory Harris
- 22 August 2017
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tomatoes you fade into the hospital white above your head a row of floral Hallmark cards as a husband’s garden once filled every available backyard space with colour the glasshouse arrived after retirement
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Revisiting river country
- Rory Harris
- 28 November 2016
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Echuca is a string of hand held families in the sun, their floppy hats nodding over ice-creams smeared ear to ear. In Bendigo we sit on the bed eating treats from along the road. The Age is our tablecloth. The ghosts of parents past, promenade the High Street, they holidayed closer to home and always travelled with a deck of cards and a bottle in the suitcase ... Hills wrap Castlemaine, the trains have stopped running, the fruit and veg is biodynamic and the sky is scattered wool ...
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Lazarus at our gate (Easter poems)
- Bill Rush, Marlene Marburg, Maureen O'Brien, John Cranmer
- 22 March 2016
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To be fair, he wasn't a leaner, he was one of the lifters. Helped to keep the country running, so to speak, and speak he did often, on many topics. He was a leader, and felt justified when others, in the region, followed his lead. It wasn't that he didn't see Lazarus, but more that he saw him differently. Break the rules, help one starving beggar and before you know it there will be a flood of them on your door step. That's how he argued and plenty agreed. Judgement day was a long way off.
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Keywords: Rory Harris