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From: Vol.01 N.02 – Making way for other kind


by Matt Hetherington

by the time they woke

the sun was gone


night had fallen

in love with itself


they were breathing dust

and hoarding numbers


be quiet

i already told you


they will

not survive

Published: July 2014
Matt Hetherington

moved to Brisbane in July 2013, after 18 winters in Melbourne. He is a writer, musician, very part-time very famous DJ, lover, non-god-father, humble self-promoter, sky-digger, lentil-masticating vegetarian bludger, frustrated housewife, connoisseur of fine scents and dog-biscuits, twin brother, old-school soccer nut, poverty-stricken aristocrat, and Bodhisattva-wannabe. He has published three collections of poetry.

An Australian and international
journal of ecopoetry and ecopoetics.

Plumwood Mountain Journal is created on the unceded lands of the Gadigal and Wangal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, and to elders past, present and future. We also acknowledge all traditional custodians of the lands this journal reaches.