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Summoning The River Snake

By Fiona Britton

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Summoning the river snake: a death journey in five parts
 
… in which the poet Dorothy Porter summons ...

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Rimbaud in Africa

By Bella Li

            I am sending you a bird’s head in a steel box filled with alcohol. I believe this 
           bird is unique to the Harar area; it is  known here as ...

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The Disappearing

The Disappearing has been redeveloped and we invite you to submit your poems about fading and disappeared places and spaces. Explore now »

Maya Angelou

By Abe Nouk

The world is a mixture of everybody, everywhere
and she was a child and shall remain so
in the eyes of those who came before her
it matters not where ...

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Fitzroy Commission Flats

By Melody Paloma

Poem after Jennifer Rankin

can’t catch how the light hits the flats, at seven PM in early summer,
my iPhone camera never gets it right: 

bedroom wall cracked open ...

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Redwood Plantation, Otways National Park

By Melody Paloma

Poem after Jennifer Rankin

      

Things seem cut up here, clipped up in straight lines, divided on/by the
ground: 

horizon, little river, heath, rainforest, waterfall, plantation, 

clearing 
etc.      

Then:

I ...

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Tiger on the Beach

By Renee Pettitt-Schipp

We round the point, run
into the plate-glass shock
of your presence.

Who designed
the monstrous fact
of you?  

Who engineered the slipstream sinews,
the meeting of muscles that steels ...

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Song for Silence

By Renee Pettitt-Schipp

Silence is the rock where I shall stand.
Oh, when I strike it with my hand
may the artesian waters spring
from that source I long to find.

- Judith Wright ...

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Silvereye

By Renee Pettitt-Schipp

 

unblinking eye
looking out toward forever
the birdbath is reflective
high on stand

in its gaze
beaks dive and drink
each brief life     entering into
its vision

between the immense ...

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shoot

By Renee Pettitt-Schipp

I will not close     I will not let
                            so much as one petal curl
                                                as long as this light can reach me.

So long as the clear
                              rain falls
still ...

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Names

By Judith Rodriguez

Amity

A ship under sail: a sighting: a sandy beach
offers its point to the neighbour island, offers
a watering place. A safe station, on the way 
to the redoubtable ...

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The Dark Clearing

By Judith Rodriguez

Here is the shady clearing
of honour and farewell,
here the Noonuccal, neighbours,
and visitors off the ferry.
Here the piling of branches
long home for her large life
hailed ...

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Ballad at Manifold's

By Judith Rodriguez

I remember you, Kath, the quiet woman
sat with Kate on a bench at Manifolds’:
our mandolines. Those Saturdays, the Wynnum
river-flats, a hawk circling, the ballads scored
 
for guitar ...

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From The Other Side

By Judith Rodriguez

The dead do not stay dead. There’s your Dad
teaching kids still in the voice of Oodgeroo;
for punishment, putting the kids on cut and dried
mission rations – that ...

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Moongalba

By Judith Rodriguez

Place holds the people. They wander, making a life – place is inside them,
staking its claims, reserving its treasures. 
               What place? Maybe the space by a mother, between her bed ...

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Emerald City

By Aden Rolfe

Everyone knows the story: boy meets bay, sets up
colony, steals country. Now the waterfront sets are
brighter than ever, bolstered by breakfast radio &
cameo bridge views / while backstage the ...

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Last Drinks

By Aden Rolfe

 
‘Your vocation calls
& you answer it’
                              John Forbes, ‘Pacific’

 
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It’s a new century / ‘the empty future’
& we are impressed, even if inspiration has been
 
commodified as point of ...

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Damaged Glamour

By Aden Rolfe

‘Why didn’t life turn out the way it looked
in Cronulla in 1967?’ Or at least
how it does in a Go-Betweens film clip?
On the streets of this ...

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