Bunya Songlines — reflections by John Seed 7 March 202628 February 2026

Print prayer 5 March 20265 March 2026

Powerpoet 3 March 20263 March 2026

Biofall 23 February 202626 February 2026

Poem for Renee Good  –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed,  You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas? 22 February 202622 February 2026

Fked by the patriarchy Again and Again – we take the chairs, we send the phones, we pay the theft and we say NO, fk that! 20 February 202620 February 2026

“At the first chance you know it will shrug/ you off, as lightly as a leaf” 18 February 202628 February 2026

Three poems on dying 17 February 202617 February 2026

Self-love for the win / An Elly Army 12 February 202615 February 2026

I Am Pretty Sure Those are the Same Cops I Saw Dragging a Disabled Woman Across the Pavement By Her Dislocated Arm A Few Years Ago 8 February 2026