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From: Vol.09 N.01 – A Poetics of Rights


by Fern Golden
you can write me a letter
if your beloved is bereft of you.
If they have crossed over,
to join orangutans,
you can write me.

I noticed you don't write letters.
So as you trill sweet melodies
from garden hedges, neat and near,
I will listen—if only to hold
space for your grief.
Published: August 2022
Fern Golden

(they/them) is a neurodivergent Dena’ina Athabaskan artist from Alaska. Their poetry meanders the confluences of culture and language, ecology and belonging, and chronic illness and healing. Find them on Twitter @ferngoldenpoems.

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.