Each week during Australian Poetry Month, a poet walks us through one of their works. Here, Keri Glastonbury draws on a camping trip to the Warrumbungles in a poem about Australia, family and ageingobviously ageing (headshot short ashy hair resting poet face, hook nose) but never old enough for Winnie Blue in a silver drawstring handbag after hockey: the slacker in Staggers who thought the Boomers would have solved Aged Care by now was I expecting to move back? not there, to Eastern suburbs art deco cracking frozen puddles at the tip once a depression era shanty town & before that you have to turn to Trove in horror, to fathom where star-crossed lovers shouldn’t cross the river & I try to pull off being a dog owner & my dog dies so I’m back to feeling like a pretender Continue reading...