Fractured moonlight
“Fractured moonlight glints from the dark of a broken world; our whisper of prayer rises...
Shared history
Inspired by a visit last year to the Myall Creek Massacre Memorial, Colleen Keating wrote...
Why am I so harried with thoughts?
“Remember, this is your world, you can no longer be ignorant like a sleeping innocent...
Gardeners of hope
Christmas beckons us to be the gardeners of hope, says Sydney poet Colleen Keating.
Empathy
“Dare I imagine the muscle of empathy flexing to build a new way forward,” ponders...
Forgotten warriors
An article published in “The Good Oil” last year inspired Colleen Keating of Sydney to...