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white-browed babbler, red-necked warbler, whiteface, colonial cuckoo, white-eared monarchist, black gin leap, dry-throated spite, hooded judge, unmasked confederate, sanctioned violator, grog, god...

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An Absence of Origin

she lists endemic birds because she cannot take them home must remain satisfied with photos of the lesser sooty-owl’s knowing face midnight hues of the dusky wood swallow prehistoric majesty of emu eye...

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Black, Orange, Grey

on my street corner only the common crow and hell-bent mynas invasion hanging from their orange beaks the black bird counts O’s (always three) and guards the fringe of road            the city sky it...

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Poem for a.rawlings

I do not find myself in shop windows or the bottom of a martini glass but in the slick mouth of rivers — the unpolished face of a wave flecked with foam before it curls and breaks. Something of me …

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Cartography

Territory is suburbia is an atlas of orange-bricked battlelines. Where driveway mouths spit mortar like broken teeth and cold wars cauterise domestic skin. This is where I have mapped you....

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Starling Mimicry

Don’t expect anything new. You know my kind:           aberrant honeyeater                     bell miner                               berrypecker. We are mock and echo you say we’ve ripped your song...

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Q, Without My Female Typist

          I believe I was the first to see the possibility of pulling up the             timber and opening up this land.                                         -J. Bjelke-Petersen. At the window...

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In Whiskey Gully

Miromiro speaks he sounds her out scoutishly—a collector           Do    you    speak  Tomtit? an unremembered house shingled—crisscrossing green           it could rain and take a year for the forest...

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Native

A block of greasy light reaches me from the neighbour’s shed, settles on the desk. I browse the keyboard for words I have forgotten. I type ‘stitch’ and imagine skin. I copy down my steps all night in...

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Man (o) Rina 7

Chainsaw theory: sharpen metal fangs (skin) take notes from bone Hareless chaser: groom rabbit chest case ivory moon (with toothbrush) Dusky grasswren: flanks the heart of carparks (mouse-­‐like)...

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