Poems
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TALISMAN
By Anna Kerdijk NicholsonOften, I’m not quite in
the school rules. I slip in
under the radar. I don’t
comply, but perhaps -
Father Was A Businessman
By Luke Icarus SimonThen we would wait for the plane to touch down
your big sister would scream as
she was always the dramatic one in the family
(twice divorced before The Beatles) -
sand
By joanne burnsdid i leave them or did they
leave me; i don’t remember
any farewells, i didn’t ask about
their futures or dream we were -
The Fridge of Lost and Found
By Bravo ChildFridges offering fragments of forgiveness.
A cabinet holding packets of livingness lavished with emotions and sauces,
adorned with magnets and corporate endorsements.
Bottles of gorgeous importance coat our throats, as our voices sing jingles, -
Drive Through
By Ben Michellfor Chris Gadsby
nice town that one,
real nice, to drive through.
can yer even remember it's name? -
It's not about display
By Gareth JenkinsI have this special spot: It's a secret.
I will tell you though, now we know each other, a little.
There's this space
at the back of my kitchen cupboard -
Mounted Moose Head
By Ivy IrelandIt was possibly a stag, or was it moose meat?
Certainly accusatory, those marbles-over-concrete eyes.
They see beyond now, what they notice most is the lack of it.
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THE WORD: MELANCHOLY
By Luke BeesleyI went to the races but the races were slow
I forgot to eat
I was thin and near a lake
I had to look for a phrase on the tree -
Mona St
By Fiona Wrightfor Sarah
You forget about it, sometimes.
The open-cut of this place, how each day -
Wherever you are, there is always a giraffe
By Esther OttawayWherever you are, there is always a giraffe
after Judy Johnson
Cool as a whale -
Blazer
By Esther OttawayAt all times, you will have on your hat, your gloves, your blazer.
- Mrs Burke, Deputy Head, Ogilvie High School, on the morning of Black Tuesday,
7 February 1967
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Disappearing Act
By Felicity Plunkettfor Bas Jan Ader
(1942-1975)
‘because gravity overpowers me’ -
Every Day
By MTC CroninYou are the best material.
You are the invitation.
Everyone accepts.
If you want hospitals, mad-houses & war -
The Elephant's Nostalgia
By Lindsay TuggleThis is the door.
Our curved bodies grew behind
these spiral walls. -
Confetti by Dada
By Felicity Plunkett'a lie that I have FIXED like a butterfly on a hat’
(Tristan Tsara)
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Cold Was the Ground
By Alicia Sometimesdark was the night
Blind Willie Johnson huffs in my ears
weeping into God. How easy to loop
the past into a soundtrack, light digestion -
Re-assembly Required
By Felicity Plunkett(after Nathan Baker)
Wooden anomalies
inhabit -
The Kite
By Emily BallouThe back a separate body
unfamiliar to the face
ceremony of mirrors
to find its graceful lace. -
Swan Lake
By Judith BishopAs music curves through the body, the swing of it
lifting mind's invisible feet, so it happened
a ballet I'd gone to in the days after breaking up -
