Poems
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July 13th/14th Sydney for Ken
By Pete Spence1)
Sydney saw Perren entrain to Taree
& adventure Terry doing 1000 lashes so
i'm staying at the Great Southern Hotel & not -
Sky
By Martin HarrisonIt’s taken a very long while to work out what the disturbing feature is in the photo collection of mostly petty criminals in the Justice and Police Museum collection. It still strikes me as a largely inexplicable feature, where I’m searching for words to describe what could be called a type of “pointlessness” in the images. Such a term obviously… -
The Countdown
By Ethan BellI know it ain’t supposed to be. But I hurt the ones who get close to me
I ask that you pity not this deflated soul.
For when this lonely world has taken its toll -
Anthropocene Days
By Michelle CahillFor T
Jaded by social media’s incendiary pulse, clever
endings, dragnets into which you disappeared, -
Nothing’s half hours les demi-heures de Rien
By Pam Brown, Vacant Dragon à la Subverted LipsBut time is not a fish,
waiting to be caught.
~ Miranda Mellis
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Autopsy
By Gerard ElsonHe came in a bag.
No one knew his, and no one would.
They set to work on him immediately,
opened him up, picked him apart. -
Gareth Sion Jenkins & St Mary’s Public School
By Gareth JenkinsGravity has diminished and we are hovering.
Tree-houses in the sky drink of firework-auroras,
needle-thin buildings arc over lakes and parks.
Friendship floats in bubbles amongst United Aliens, -
‘Double-Exposure of Duchamp Smoking a Cigar’, 1968
By Brian Fuata
In response to John D. Schiff's 'Double-Exposure of Duchamp Smoking a Cigar’ portrait of Marcel Duchamp, 1968. -
Vote No - Ho?
By Lionel FogartyRemember 200 thousand dreams and the minds balance houses.
Earth in focus world words around.
Remember to tree in year 3 thousand dreams,
Member those light in side cells life’s death -
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"Thoughts spoken out loud..."
By Martin HarrisonThoughts spoken out loud
breath impelled below in the tidal estuary, in the river
in crevice and crevasse both in delight and light
by love and longing desire’s invisible fibre -
a simple recipe for my body
By Julie-Ann Henningeringredients
a range of mountains
forests of protein
south easterly winds -
Free Intention [A black out poem]
By Johanna FeatherstoneMandatory, under challenge,
a human
half man
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Shish Barak
By Nadia ZeaiterSpiced mince, pine nuts and onions.
I prepare the dough for shish barak.
Arabic food takes too long to prepare
each meal has too many steps -
Where were you the first time you felt this longing?
By Lucy NortonA force to throttle even the mightiest of dreamers.
I know we carry the bones of our love in whispers,
a combined body of hunger wrapped in ribbon
bearing our names like some ancient declaration. -
My Grandfather’s Ice Pigeons
By Robert AdamsonMy grandfather would walk into the house,
on a summer evening after his work, then empty
his catch of mudcrabs into the bath-tub;
they'd flow out in a stream of ice-flurry from -
“MYINTERLUDE”
By Pola FanousI slip you between life pages
& you sit a graceful (swan)
your utility replaceable, it is not gold
your soul the lions of Daniel -
Ten By Ten
By Amelia WalkerAt five am, the Pirie sky already nine shades of Krishna.
Down the main street, palm trees bling
like cashed-up bogans in their forty watt sapphires
– a Caribbean Christmas in a mining town winter.