Tamsin Kerr
@ecopoet.bsky.social
Immersed in nature’s rhythms on Kabi Kabi country: the currency of birdsong, the language of trees and the philosophy of fungi - a poetics of place. Present: poet. Past: environmental policy & planning, Cooroora Institute: sharing the song of the earth…
Total lunar eclipse
A reminder that even when we are in deepest shadow, others around us may be able to shine brighter. A reminder to keep moving so as to be seen, that all phases must pass. A glimpse into the eternal celestial dances; our brief spark can merely praise through paying attention.
A reminder that even when we are in deepest shadow, others around us may be able to shine brighter. A reminder to keep moving so as to be seen, that all phases must pass. A glimpse into the eternal celestial dances; our brief spark can merely praise through paying attention.
September 7, 2025 at 7:42 PM
Total lunar eclipse
A reminder that even when we are in deepest shadow, others around us may be able to shine brighter. A reminder to keep moving so as to be seen, that all phases must pass. A glimpse into the eternal celestial dances; our brief spark can merely praise through paying attention.
A reminder that even when we are in deepest shadow, others around us may be able to shine brighter. A reminder to keep moving so as to be seen, that all phases must pass. A glimpse into the eternal celestial dances; our brief spark can merely praise through paying attention.
The gesticulations of a poetry slam heat; I’ll be in the final on Sunday evening #outofmycomfortzone #EumundiWritersFestival
August 23, 2025 at 12:57 AM
The gesticulations of a poetry slam heat; I’ll be in the final on Sunday evening #outofmycomfortzone #EumundiWritersFestival
Fear is simplistic; Hope is complex…
May 10, 2025 at 11:16 PM
Fear is simplistic; Hope is complex…
It’s fungi hunt month, aptly in tune with my philosophy of fungi workshop this Friday:
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The Great Aussie Fungi Hunt 2025
YouTube video by Australian Teachers of Media
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April 7, 2025 at 9:39 AM
It’s fungi hunt month, aptly in tune with my philosophy of fungi workshop this Friday:
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Coda: recognise the world as nuanced and complex
A woe's litany A siren's tenderness The wind’s sere
That which remains...
A woe's litany A siren's tenderness The wind’s sere
That which remains...
April 6, 2025 at 9:26 PM
Coda: recognise the world as nuanced and complex
A woe's litany A siren's tenderness The wind’s sere
That which remains...
A woe's litany A siren's tenderness The wind’s sere
That which remains...
Reading my poetry is such a joy! See you this Sunday at Kin Kin markets or next Friday at Pomona Community House. (Thank you Pomona Community and District House for the photo from last month’s performance).
April 4, 2025 at 4:12 AM
Reading my poetry is such a joy! See you this Sunday at Kin Kin markets or next Friday at Pomona Community House. (Thank you Pomona Community and District House for the photo from last month’s performance).
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Kin kin markets blurb for this Sunday’s poetry…
Kin kin markets blurb for this Sunday’s poetry…
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April 2, 2025 at 8:37 PM
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Kin kin markets blurb for this Sunday’s poetry…
Kin kin markets blurb for this Sunday’s poetry…
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This Sunday at 10 am, I’m reading poetry at Kin Kin Markets, a creative and beautiful place.
This Sunday at 10 am, I’m reading poetry at Kin Kin Markets, a creative and beautiful place.
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April 2, 2025 at 1:47 AM
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This Sunday at 10 am, I’m reading poetry at Kin Kin Markets, a creative and beautiful place.
This Sunday at 10 am, I’m reading poetry at Kin Kin Markets, a creative and beautiful place.
Art and nature @ Maroochy Botanical Gardens
March 16, 2025 at 10:34 AM
Art and nature @ Maroochy Botanical Gardens
It’s my birthday and I’m running a free workshop on The Philosophy of Fungi at the Pomona Community House. Come celebrate with me and explore the sentiences of nature around and below us! I even bought a silly hat for the occasion!
March 15, 2025 at 5:33 AM
It’s my birthday and I’m running a free workshop on The Philosophy of Fungi at the Pomona Community House. Come celebrate with me and explore the sentiences of nature around and below us! I even bought a silly hat for the occasion!
It turns out that it’s hard to get in the poetry writing spirit when being impacted by a cyclone. #deadlines looming…
March 10, 2025 at 3:05 AM
It turns out that it’s hard to get in the poetry writing spirit when being impacted by a cyclone. #deadlines looming…
What ripens the cone if it is not hope?
From Unripe, Gingko Prize poem by Jemma Borg.
From Unripe, Gingko Prize poem by Jemma Borg.
March 10, 2025 at 1:07 AM
What ripens the cone if it is not hope?
From Unripe, Gingko Prize poem by Jemma Borg.
From Unripe, Gingko Prize poem by Jemma Borg.
An Alfred of anxious awaiting
Broken by bracing blustery blows
Broken by bracing blustery blows
March 6, 2025 at 10:21 PM
An Alfred of anxious awaiting
Broken by bracing blustery blows
Broken by bracing blustery blows
May we all - human and non humans (especially the trees and their inhabitants) - stay safe and may this cyclone be a fizzer (so we can curse our cleaned yards, empty shops, and over preparedness)!
March 4, 2025 at 6:18 AM
May we all - human and non humans (especially the trees and their inhabitants) - stay safe and may this cyclone be a fizzer (so we can curse our cleaned yards, empty shops, and over preparedness)!
Another morning of poetry writing and reading on the cyclone’s cusp beside Cooroora Creek Park, thanks to the Sunday Sketchers (followed by a Cooran visit to many more hugs - life is good despite, or perhaps because of, the wind).
(Thanks for the photos , Judy Barrass).
(Thanks for the photos , Judy Barrass).
March 2, 2025 at 5:40 AM
Another morning of poetry writing and reading on the cyclone’s cusp beside Cooroora Creek Park, thanks to the Sunday Sketchers (followed by a Cooran visit to many more hugs - life is good despite, or perhaps because of, the wind).
(Thanks for the photos , Judy Barrass).
(Thanks for the photos , Judy Barrass).
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I’m reading some old and new poems along with my fellow nesters. Hope to see some of you there…
I’m reading some old and new poems along with my fellow nesters. Hope to see some of you there…
Atypical Nest of Songbirds - Autumn Aria
Atypical Nest of Songbirds
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February 25, 2025 at 7:29 AM
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I’m reading some old and new poems along with my fellow nesters. Hope to see some of you there…
I’m reading some old and new poems along with my fellow nesters. Hope to see some of you there…
How many swallows make a summer?
How much heat and rain define the sub tropics?
How many eggs does it take to make a swallow?
Diving freely between water and sky
The season released…
How much heat and rain define the sub tropics?
How many eggs does it take to make a swallow?
Diving freely between water and sky
The season released…
February 25, 2025 at 3:12 AM
How many swallows make a summer?
How much heat and rain define the sub tropics?
How many eggs does it take to make a swallow?
Diving freely between water and sky
The season released…
How much heat and rain define the sub tropics?
How many eggs does it take to make a swallow?
Diving freely between water and sky
The season released…
Well, just working out how to play blue sky. Already disappointed that long written posts seem word limited, but happy to explore further.
February 24, 2025 at 10:26 AM
Well, just working out how to play blue sky. Already disappointed that long written posts seem word limited, but happy to explore further.
All that remains
Footprints in the sand
Bleached driftwood
Patterns of spume
A memory of shadows
Bribie Island
Footprints in the sand
Bleached driftwood
Patterns of spume
A memory of shadows
Bribie Island
February 24, 2025 at 10:20 AM
All that remains
Footprints in the sand
Bleached driftwood
Patterns of spume
A memory of shadows
Bribie Island
Footprints in the sand
Bleached driftwood
Patterns of spume
A memory of shadows
Bribie Island
I write poems in the rain
As the ink seeps across the page
Words turn illegible
Their concrete security lost.
Paper says to me
Here I am, not drowning but waving
As the ink seeps across the page
Words turn illegible
Their concrete security lost.
Paper says to me
Here I am, not drowning but waving
February 24, 2025 at 10:14 AM
I write poems in the rain
As the ink seeps across the page
Words turn illegible
Their concrete security lost.
Paper says to me
Here I am, not drowning but waving
As the ink seeps across the page
Words turn illegible
Their concrete security lost.
Paper says to me
Here I am, not drowning but waving