Let’s Go Tolfing Once upon a time in 1935,Queenslanders were struggling to keep their sugar cane alive.The cane beetles had made it all do a Harold Holtbut the solution they found would cause a revolt. The cane toads were brought over to give a helping hand,but then they took over all of Queensland.Now, we’ll fast […]
Author: Taisla Young
How They Do It In Vic (Poem)
How they do it in Vic Once upon a time, in Central Vic,an old boyfriend of mine wanted to show me a trick.Hold on a minute – don’t go there,although, it was late at night, so I guess that’s fair. We were in the red cruiser with his ol’ man,his mum, sisters, and mate, too; […]
Big Sis in Charge (Poem)
Big Sis in Charge (The Goanna) It was back in the day – y’know, early 2000sIn a weatherboard home you’ll find in Central Queensland,Surrounded by mulga, galahs, lambstail, and gidyea.It was woop-woop enough, no one would hear a coo-ee. On this specific day, Dad was out castrating rams –Or was fencing the paddocks, or was […]
To Be That Person (Poem)
To Be That Person Arms spread wide as she dances and twirls,her soul leaps through the air as she grins.From afar, I take heed for those unreserved girlsignoring my appetent dialogue within. Consequently, I’ll rehearse with my reflection,although, she’s utterly withdrawn, too.Doubtful, and small, and in brutal repression,liberation is well and truly overdue. How can […]
Morning Routine in the Pilbara
On a lonely day in November, 2019, I decided to record some of what I would need to do every day on the station. Unfortunately, as it was so hot living in the Pilbara, my phone would often turn off after a short time, and on top of that, there was usually no or minimal […]
Sustainability at Emu
In 2019, I was managing a cattle station in Western Australia. After hearing the owner at the time mention that they were intrigued by regenerative agriculture and conservation – due to the many upcoming studies showing the benefits on the land and cattle, and thus the production and financial advantages – I decided to take […]
The Demon (Poem)
The Demon The gust of wind blew, through the midnight air,whistling past the ears, and through the hair,making the dying grass dance, at this given chance.The large full moon was lit, shining greatly bright,hovering above, all through the night,smiling at the world below, watching the great show.Foxes hunting all sly, sniffing all around;rabbits cowering, hiding in […]