Published in Overland Issue 220 Spring 2015 · Uncategorized Paradise losing Georgina Woods Le paradis n’est pas artificiel, but melting and fermenting, it seems. The panting, perishing white lemuroid possum can’t get enough water, can’t cool her febrile body, drops from the canopy of a thousand-year-old tree, in a white whoosh of rushing light. Le paradis n’est pas artificiel, but unpredictable, these days. Short-tailed shearwaters cruise southward, but their fruitless fishing for squid during this too-hot November, leaves them knackered, and the shore-break delivers them to us, as they give up the ghost. Le paradis n’est pas artificiel, but becoming simpler, no doubt. The great blue homeland acidifies and corrodes its little calcite prawns, absorbs them, with a sigh, into the same soup that sloshes over the coral beds, turning them a general algal brown. Georgina Woods is an activist and poet working and living on Awabakal and Worimi land in Newcastle, Australia. An earlier version of this essay was shortlisted for the 2016 Nature Writing Prize. More by Georgina Woods › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 26 July 202426 July 2024 · Poetry Song of despair πO A new poem by πO 24 July 202424 July 2024 · pop culture Swamp monster of the rock’n’roll de/generation Rock Chugg In the 1980s, a horrible time was had by all. Yet the assorted Australian talent for making the best of a bad thing, gave us the most important and characteristic popular music genre, locals have (n)ever known.