COLONIAL ATMOSPHERES



My inside green land
veins and streaks of quicksilver braid
tumble through a landscape of wet emerald
and halting birdsong

drought-dried to craquelure and phlegm.


This poem appeared as the wall text in collaboration with artist Mladen Bizumic as part of an installation of the same name at The Physics Room, Christchurch, NZ in 2007

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