Poems
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Vixen
By Lainie Cameronpop open the cork
hear it swoon
and whistle
until it hits its head -
Waterspray
By Kathleen BleakleyI remember us
cycling home from college
summertime, through sprinklers
& back uphill -
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… -
Gravity
By Brendan Mackiemiddle of my stomach, still asleep, caffeine not working, no breakfast sorta feeling,
staring down a well, sc-sc-screaming down hearing only echoes bounce up while
wishes, coins and tears dr-drip down without a sound.
It's like: sudden calculation of all the variables and the constants in your -
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. -
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Sagacious Ramblings
By Gerard ElsonWhen the world was flat and Columbus sailed
I had baggy-pants rags and the man who they'd nailed
To the rotating bed rolled down the catwalk
And took blood from the goose out of 'Jack and the Beanstalk' -
Journal Poem (Sad)
By Juliet A. PaineI drive to the sea.
Thinking of John Berryman,
Jeff Buckley, Virginia Woolf.
What is it about water? -
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 -
Night
By Lainie Cameronno-one seems to embrace you
your slick reserve and enigmatic shadows
blanketing love and lovers words, their
lips and hands and flower-stemmed fingers -
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 -
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 -
Border Poems
By Stuart Cooke1.
People at the Bus Shelter; Raining
Trapped under the bus shelter, -
Let us fly
By Tom KeilyLet us fly then you and I
Let us fly then you and I
Let us fly you and I across the distance of an old sky
across the cradle of a cold sky -
Schizophrenic dreaming
By Kate LockeShe sweeps through
the darkness, gliding like a black ghost, emerging here and there, only as
a shadow. Delicate hands, tiny waist. She is miniature, though tall and slender.
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Bottle o' Beer
By Bradley JelfsA work toughened hand
just grasped
another metallic crowned
twist top -
Three Photographs Of This Boy
By Andy DrewittPhoto One
This boy is small enough
to photograph and -
The problem with transportation
By Kelly-Lee HickeyI always kiss you at the train station
Where our lives intersect.
You always go the other way. -
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. -
Nana died while I was tripping
By Kelly-Lee HickeyShe died alone in a wheelchair.
She was smoking herself to death.
In a world of few choices
She took one.
