Poems
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Workman, Honeyeater
By Kate FaganYesterday I sat at my desk
and watched a honeyeater skip
along a thousand leaves like arrows,
closer to truth than I could hazard. -
A Word From The Feral Pigeon
By Andy Quanprologue: feather
The quill and shaft, the side branches
attached by barbules and hamuli
the barbs together: the vane. -
Proof
By Brook EmeryDear Z, it's light that makes the river flow, or
seem to flow. Efflorescence skipping from crest to
crest as though it were a school of tiny fish
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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 -
A Sound For Leaving
By Anthony LawrenceShe came to us in June from a hard navigation
through coastal wind and hail.
A welcome inheritance,
she lit the inside of a disused garage. -
On Losing Dreams
By Cathy BrayI catch a glimpse
(A flicker of light on basalt)
Then see my dreams
Sluiced out like gleaming fish -
Unidentified Music
By Alan GouldFree will's a silky flame, persists
when ice must grind me in its fists,
conundrum I can't leave alone,
the lobby-talk along my bone. -
Totalizator
By Craig SherborneThe racing room is printed out
with abstract poems of throroughbred names,
and every day revised editions
construct their metaphors, numbered and priced: -
Velocity
By Ivy Ireland"Gustav was released off the Normandy coast and, faced with headwinds of up to 30mph and no sun to guide him on a cloudy day, he flew 150 miles to a pigeon loft in Thorney Island, near Portsmouth, in a journey that lasted five hours and 16 minutes... Gustav was the first of the RAF's Homing Pigeon Service to bring back news of D-Day to th… -
Off the Baths
By Cathy BrayCollaroy 1958.......
Straight after Sunday school
The boys' swimming club's