‘Oh val,’ the poet writes, ‘all I wrote this year were burning poems’ . And here they are, a collection whose pages burn with love, beauty, tenderness, fury, heart wrenching sadness & a desperate connection to the earth. These are poems where clouds are mermaids in velcro rollers written by a poet who tenderly cuts away charcoal bark in search of pink. These are poems of frazzled motherhood, the grief of the empty nest, the poet’s arse, her tits, her thighs that pedal a bicycle whistling a flying tune. Kerryn Coombs-Valeontis is a poet whose soul contains ancient trees, the wisdom of wombats and a carpet of pink brushed flannel petals. A poet who mourns a million putrefying fish piled along a murdered river. A poet who sings hymns to radishes, praises the grace of thick pumpkin soup and tells of the unbearable sadness when she loses her dog. In this poet’s conga line of life, she writes of her arse, branded and shame seared by father god’s belt. She feels the weight of it all and lays it bare in these poems, urgently saying what her tits cannot say. Ali Whitelock, the lactic acid in the calves of your despair.
About the Author
Kerryn is an eco/art therapist, who facilitates online study of Ecotherapy. She collates the Ecopoesis Zine (online) and has studied poetry therapy.
Her poem “ecocidal” was included by the Australian Earth Laws Alliance in the peoples tribunal along the Murray Darling River in 2019, and she would rather her poems are useful. Kerryn’s poetry has emerged in Plumwood Mountain An Australian Journal of Ecopoetry and Ecopoetics, Neo Perennial’s Heroines Anthology. She was invited to contribute to the last 3 bi-annual student anthologies (Puncher and Wattmann.) She won the editor’s award at ZineWest, and has appeared in an ANZACATA’s Art Therapy Journal with poems from her work in mental health.