Kristen Roberts
Tired Wings
With the first turn of the ceiling-fan
winter’s quietest thoughts
were thrown from the blades,
as though the history of a season
might be deciduous.
Each wisp, not inelegant in its fall,
sank like pigment through water,
like hope in the face of truth,
and settled like tired wings on the bed,
unable to fly away.
Kristen Roberts
Madam: Archbishop Fisher (July-August 2024) does not resist the attacks on his church by the political, social or scientific atheists and those who insist on not being told what to do.
Aug 29 2024
6 mins
To claim Aborigines have the world's oldest continuous culture is to misunderstand the meaning of culture, which continuously changes over time and location. For a culture not to change over time would be a reproach and certainly not a cause for celebration, for it would indicate that there had been no capacity to adapt. Clearly this has not been the case
Aug 20 2024
23 mins
A friend and longtime supporter of Quadrant, Clive James sent us a poem in 2010, which we published in our December issue. Like the Taronga Park Aquarium he recalls in its 'mocked-up sandstone cave' it's not to be forgotten
Aug 16 2024
2 mins