Poems
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Fishing for Sleep
By Juliet A. PaineSleep eddies in this weather,
a difficult fish to catch.
A shoal of silver dreams swim past
but don't catch on anxious hooks. -
As the Prince Addresses Himself Having Realised that He Was Never Royalty
By Ryan ScottShe once said, worn out, drawn out,
sketched in pearl light, that there
can't be one without the other, they are
one in the same, -
Old Poet to Young Poet
By David Stavangeryou are immature and I am highly evolved
you should read more Judith Wright and stop writing about yourself
"I" and "we" should not be used as poems are illuminations not spotlights
young poet smokes for photos / old poet smokes -
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Couch
By Juliana DoupeJust brought
a 3 seater couch circa
1976, from the Don's Party school of interior deco,
upholstered in virulent orange and -
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En Saga För örat
By Emilia JohanssonJag ligger och lyssnar på ett regn som inte slutar
Vad gråter himlen för idag?
Det domnar i mina öron
Det är inga droppar, allt blir bara en massa -
Curvature
By Kate LockeNormal.
Nothing happening.
No curvature of sorts.
No curl of the lip or tongue. -
Sulphur-crested cockatoos
By Rachel RobbinsMy mother's people
raucous and wild,
with aerobatic grace,
play in the wind. -
5:03 (All Stops To Dapto)
By David StavangerThe girl waves at the walking
beer can
leering from the stained window of a nowhere train.
Her skirt, hemmed high above the clouds the -
These were the Westerns I wish I had wrote
By Ben DoranDear Diarist,
too soon full moon..not
tonight.
I am writing to you in secret, under the threat of death, in absentia, corpus delirium, help me cherubim stop dash seraphim, things with fins and cartoon-ish lords of sin (breathe) lance me for I am struggling to breathe and aching to cleave skin from bone. Tonight I feel alone. And so, to dialogue, let… -
The Me War
By Emilia JohanssonI want to be a soldier in my own struggling war
I wish to defeat the strong navy which is stationed in my heart
Every heartbeat sends out an army
Army "I don't know" and Army "fear and sorrow" -
Half
By Clint GreaganIt's not enough to wash once after
a night of tedium, the good time
to make a break is gone, the chilled -
Why Painting is Like Geometry
By Heather Taylor-JohnsonAt university I learned about mathematics-in-music.
Between binge drinking and finding my soul
I discovered the inevitable:
inspiration doesn't become creation without fine tuning. -
Bottle o' Beer
By Bradley JelfsA work toughened hand
just grasped
another metallic crowned
twist top -
The Poets Of The 18th Century
By Brian HawkinsI had nothing to do so I went down
and asked the cows if they knew
of any cows who could talk, and they said
there was this cow near Gulargambone -
Waterspray
By Kathleen BleakleyI remember us
cycling home from college
summertime, through sprinklers
& back uphill -
Vixen
By Lainie Cameronpop open the cork
hear it swoon
and whistle
until it hits its head -
The Night of the Bottle-tops
By Clint GreaganShe was sitting
there,
a little after midnight,
testing me -
A Philosophic Analysis of the Modern Homosapien in it's Less-Than-Natural Environment
By Gerard ElsonWandering blindly, searching for that which cannot be found. The futile quest for divinity long
abandoned, replaced by instantaneous stimulations. A shrink-wrapped soul and
fast food emotions, saturated in self, love now a thing of the movies. Sexual
convenience and financial surplus- revenge, how sweet it is. Cardboard mothers
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