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Dystopian Poet | Human Ecologist
Humanities Writer | Freelancer

Amy Dewhurst

DYSTOPIAN POET | HUMAN ECOLOGIST | HUMANITIES WRITER

Amy is a freelance writer and poet, human ecologist, expat, mental time traveler, and surveyor of the human condition. She is mum to a sausage dog (and formerly two) and friend to a mountainside of wild animals. She is a freelance writer for causes dear to her, and also has a studio in Tasmania called Pugglebrook.

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The Feathered Tempest is Amy’s space to dive deep into literature, poetry, humanities, history and social justice. It’s serious, fun, and endeavours to offer a unique and balanced perspective on serious topics.

The Last Tempest

In 1914, a captive passenger pigeon named Martha died in an Ohio zoo. Martha was the last of a species called “the feathered tempest” – birds so thick and numerous their huge flocks darkened the skies overhead. Yet, in one human lifetime, the passenger pigeon went from abundance to extinction.

In Memory

The story of the first “feathered tempest” reminds us that even familiar things should never be taken for granted. In remembering the simple and fragile abundance of our landscapes, we hold close in heart the costs and consequences of our failure to notice, to give care, to see pain, or to restore. These topics are explored in Amy’s writing.

…I made you into moonlight,
I willed you to exist,
And once again be with me,
Like the mountains and the mist.

“I Made You Into Moonlight”

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Love me in the twilight when the
night is still ascending,
Love me in the sunrise when the
robin’s song is ending…

“When”

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My heart once broke; I heard it not.
It fell in silent pieces.
Like feathers quiet meet the earth,
When time the old releases.

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“Aloft”

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Illustrations by Jorm Sangsorn

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Pugglebrook

“Men still live who, in their youth, remember pigeons; trees still live who, in their youth, were shaken by a living wind. But a few decades hence only the oldest oaks will remember, and at long last only the hills will know.”

Ecologist Aldo Leopold, “On a Monument to the Pigeon,” 1947

Dystopian Poet | Human Ecologist Humanities Writer | Freelancer

Amy Dewhurst

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The Last Tempest

In Memory

“I Made You Into Moonlight”

“When”

Tell Me River

Bookshelf

When

Listen In On Spotify

Aloft

Finding Your Way

“Aloft”

Work with Amy; enquire here.

Illustrations by Jorm Sangsorn

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Dystopian Poet | Human Ecologist
Humanities Writer | Freelancer