@misc{e6e19e9003c848ff95a9993179a7c6eb,
title = "Refusing Disaster: (a survival plan)",
abstract = "The fires blew in ahead of schedule and were gone, and next came the dust and then the storms and then the hail. We unplugged the downpipes we had plugged, scooped dead insects from the pond. Each afternoon you dug out the jews harp I gave you the year we turned twelve and had it hum and buzz that Nick Cave song about loyalty, the one we danced to, off our tits, the year we turned eighteen. Holding the music in your mouth, breathing out the song. They phone to tell us the funnel webs are on the move, and we laugh it off, say everyone is on the move. Still, the world is growing bigger. I am building a sleeping platform between the shivered trunks of trees while you craft a halcyon garden using only pebbles and ash. They phone to tell us the fires have turned and are heading back our way, and we laugh it off, say that{\textquoteright}s not very likely now is it.",
keywords = "poetry, resilience, ecopoetry",
author = "Jen Webb",
note = "This poem is one of a series written to reflect on the catastrophic fires of 2019-2020. Aligned with the eco-poetry tradition, these poems aim to provide particular perspectives on human encounters with the natural world in an era of climate crisis, mass movements of people, and economic strain; and to refract some key public discourses on these issues.",
year = "2020",
month = mar,
language = "English",
volume = "6",
series = "Not Very Quiet: a twice yearly online journal for women's poetry",
publisher = "Not Very Quiet: Journal for Women's Poetry",
number = "March",
edition = "March",
type = "Other",
}