Respond to 2025: Year of the Snake

Year of the Snake

1.

Wishlist

the day after the sun we’ve made

merciless sent the mercury

& everything else sky-high

 

all my windows & doors open

so a mid-morning breeze might offer

the possibility of better weather

 

being: no bombs, no drones

no kids with begging bowls

in war zones, no balaclava-clad men

 

pecs & biceps magnified, thighs

like rocket ships, swastikas

for eye-lids, no need for women

 

to cower in corners, no weekly

addition to that pitiless statistic

the shadow & shame

 

of us all

 

no long-arm rifles

on our streets & beaches

no permission slips

 

for protests, a voice for the voiceless

no gaps, Country loved

in every way & more; speaking

 

of, no bludgeoning, meat-hook

hanging on our ancient earth

an endless night for the parrot

 

who dreams of these things

no artists with gaffer tape

to keep their whiny little

 

fucking mouths shut –

 

oh, this ridiculously hopeful/

hopeless gay heart of mine

beating its dumb-dumb drum

 

2. 

Pop Solace

 

a breeze, yes, on my rippling

skin, caressing me like luck’s

great lover, or it’s a ghost

 

readying the gear, I sit

close my eyes, lean back &

listen to twigs of the FKA

 

kind, rising, slithering

 

electronically from behind

the turntable & speakers: indelible

rebel, you can sing to me about how

 

it feels nice

 

for as long as you like, for all

eternity if you please

because I know better than anyone

 

it feels nice

 

to be in the company of a gutsy

someone like you who gives so much

to every verse & chorus

 

bassline, bridge & glitch

 

it feels nice

 

to make a melody with you, even

a harmony but I’ll never be

game enough to try

 

matching your moves, oh no

 

it feels nice

 

now to have a memory of a man

sliding in slowly, gently

jettisoning me to heaven (help us

 

it’s all we might have left)

 

it feels nice

 

to still my bag of brittle bones, breath

held for how long who knows

 

it feels nice

 

if only for these brief minutes, your sonic

offering from the outer worlds –

 

essential as air & water

 

the day after the sun we’ve made

merciless sent the mercury

& everything else sky-high


Nigel Featherstone is a queer writer for the page, stage, and music. His most recent major work is The Story of the Oars, a play with spoken songs and music, which had its world premiere on 19 September 2025 at The Street Theatre, Canberra. Nigel’s novel Bodies of Men (Hachette) was longlisted for the 2020 ARA Historical Novel Prize, runner-up for the 2020 ACT Book of the Year, and shortlisted in the 2019 Queensland Literary Awards. Recently he has been shortlisted for the ACU Prize for Poetry and the Newcastle Poetry Prize. Nigel is also the founder of Hell Herons, a spokenword+music collective that released its debut album, The Wreck Event, in 2024 (with Melinda Smith, Stuart Barnes, and CJ Bowerbird). His short works – prose and poetry – have appeared in Guardian Australia, Sydney Morning Herald, Meanjin, Griffith Review, Overland, Island, Oystercatcher, Rabbit, Kill Your Darlings, The Millions, Chicago Quarterly Review, and AC | DC: Journal for the Bent (US), among other outlets. Nigel lives with Gandangara, Ngunnawal and Ngambri Country.

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