Moran's spoken word takes you on a journey, evoking a sensory journey through our intimate entanglement with earth, the universe, and everything.
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I'm very excited to announce that my debut poetry collection will be published by Walleah Press in early 2025.
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"Beneath Grandmother Arrayan Tree", performed at the Woodford Folk Festival '24-25. Moran was joined by Tim Devereux on the yidaki.
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"Pin Prickles of Icicles", performed with the snow gums of Mt Field.
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experience stories...
As a storyteller, I listen to the whisperings through the cracks of land... what tales are the dolerite mountains willing to share?
experience written words...
"Serenity"
published in Quicksilver Water: The Oasis Women's Anthology
"Co-facilitating with Earth"
in Chain Reaction #144
"What does it mean?"
in Earthwords & Artlings, vol. 2 2022
turrakana
published in EcoPoesis, 2021
"The love and loss of Granite Mountain forest"
published in Chain Reaction #132
I'm drowning in moss, subsumed in forest sounds, feeling the pull of my soul to dwell in these trees forever. I am human, but an animal human. I look at the forest with human eyes, but with animal human eyes. I cannot separate what I am from this forest around me, from the pulse of life, the beating heart of immeasurable lliving things that surround me, that ar, in this moment, giving me life, sustaining me, enabling me to be a human. I am a visitor to this place, and as a visitor I have fallen in love....
tarkanya, is a space of hope
tarkanya
is a space of hope amidst destruction.
Tarkanya is primal - raw earth energy raging.
Raging to be listened to, to be respected. Except it isn’t, mostly. My friend and I have spent the last days experiencing the intense juxtapositions of this place. Transitioning quickly from the stark burned heaps of a logging coupe into ancient sacred rainforest plays havoc with my body’s system. I don’t know whether to laugh in ecstatic joy at the beauty of this place or cry hot angry tears at the war raging all around me. I end up releasing both emotions several times over during the course of this journey...
is a space of hope amidst destruction.
Tarkanya is primal - raw earth energy raging.
Raging to be listened to, to be respected. Except it isn’t, mostly. My friend and I have spent the last days experiencing the intense juxtapositions of this place. Transitioning quickly from the stark burned heaps of a logging coupe into ancient sacred rainforest plays havoc with my body’s system. I don’t know whether to laugh in ecstatic joy at the beauty of this place or cry hot angry tears at the war raging all around me. I end up releasing both emotions several times over during the course of this journey...
Forest Symphonies – Connections in Country
I am walking deep within the mossy forests of north-east Tasmania - Mannalagena’s Country, opening my heart to the tales of the forest beings. The thrum of the forest echoes around me as I carefully tread each foot. This is not a simple task. As I walk I am also ducking and weaving through branches and brambles, fungi and fermenting leaves. I can smell burgundy – the distinctive taste of a decomposing forest floor...
"Forest Activism in Victoria – Relationships of Power and the More-than-Human in Everyday Practices"
Thesis for the Department of Geography, University of Melbourne
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I live, work, and play on the stolen lands of the muwinina/palawa/pakana peoples in nipaluna, lutruwita/truwanna (so-called Hobart, Tasmania). I acknowledge that genocide is ongoing, and sovereignty has never been ceded. I acknowledge the sacredness of this land, and pay deepest respects to the past, present, and emerging custodians of these lands and waters. Always was, always will be, Aboriginal land.
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