Leaf Lace

Delicate, fragile,
an intricate beauty
hung high in trees
a lifetime ago,
falling with all its glory,
settling on crowded surfaces
munched on after white rot,
finding new life into others
and leaving patterns uncovered.

Inspired by the documentary Secret Life Underground.

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White rot Colour

White rot Colour

Base text taken from the abstract from White-rot fungi and their enzymes for the treatment of industrial dye effluents by Wesenberg, Kyriakides and Agathos, 2003.

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The Pink Lake

1.
Deceivingly Bandung-like,
the image alone forces my throat
to beg for quenched thirst,
but my tongue would revolt,
punishing me
for blindly drinking salt
that, because of the sun,
divorced its liquid partner.

2.
In its abusive state,
it found allies,
many tiny single cells
lapping its acridity,
finding cuisine
in the repulsion of others,
multiplying
for there’s plenty to share
filling the void left
in briny territory.

3.
The water’s great
and the sun even greater,
they burn up in the space they claimed;
the pink is not their sun-kissed skin,
but their shade,
a screen of carotenoids,
the front line against the UV
that, ironically, provided the buffet.

Note: This poem was inspired by an article from the New York Times about the occurrences of Pink lakes that occur in Australia and around the world.

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Handprint

Inspired by Russell Powel’s hand stamping art.

mark the swirls of your palms with ink
maneuverer them over pages
tracing outlines far deeper than the surface
faces that influence life
breathing into our bodies
more than skin deep
holding onto the loose fabrics that bind
shared humanity
their actions challenging us
to leave our fingerprints
alongside theirs

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The Ocean is Calling – A response to fact-checking Disney’s Moana

Note: I watched Disney’s Moana and I thought it was a good movie but I had this urge to fact check it, then I found this Smithsonian Article. This poem came as a response. 

The ocean is calling,
crying for lost tales
of villagers and voyagers
that steadied their sails
against rough storms
and the changing of tides,
finding home on fruitful islands,
a cornucopia, they confide.
Retellings come and go
with common depictions
with tattooed heroes
and heroines of conviction.
Accurate in parts
and fictional in bits
have left some experts
at the end of their wits:
they say, he is a teen,
about to be a man,
Hine, a companion
eroded like sand,
and they are islanders,
with depiction so crude,
their dressing in coconuts
considered culturally rude.
The ocean is calling
a cry of lost tales
with plot and storyline
with emphasis on details;
well-intentioned retellings
still seem to miss the mark,
describing a culture
that’s been left in the dark,
the waves of moana
are still choosing, it seems
someone to authenticate
what being Polynesian means.

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Smudge

When you splash yellow on the dark spots
left behind by fingerprints and torn newspaper,
you may get an ugly shade of vomit,
gut wrenching, disgusting, spewing with vile,
displaying itself in a manner where it demands attention
it knows it will never receive.

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