Something in the Grass
She is kicking at something in the grass,
grass halfway up to her knees nearly,
knees no doubt as coarse
as her bare elbows.
Add a few years and she is my mother
out in the yard kicking spirits away
as she feeds the chickens.
Passing, I try not to stare,
but I take in a dirty-blonde head
and a worn shirt open at a scrawny neck.
Beyond, I give her the crazed eyes
that dog me from life to life.
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