Poems
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Objects in the Prison Library
By Johanna FeatherstoneA jug that boils the water that warms the milk that
makes the Milo that forms the taste that starts
as a sip that removes cold and offers hot that gives
us life that is everywhere on the streets, pictures, -
Satin Pleats
By Johanna FeatherstoneHer ears twitch towards the open window.
Syntax rivers and moans. Single orbicular
words: my name: Jo or, suddenly, Picasso.
Scenes take place: -
Entirely Centred
By Gareth JenkinsWords smoked upwards
in columns
as fire stormed the mountains.
Hard to catch a breath, -
Confused Like Horses
By Rob WilsonHe sat down and tried
to focus
but couldn't truly
make out the shapes. -
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The Bird Cage
By Ali Cobby Eckermannthe clang of the door was the first
beat of a new song
pitter patters of bird feet echoed
along the empty concrete paths -
Ralph
By Philip HammialA dead dog.
A deep hole.
A piece of rope.
I tied one end around the dog’s waist, -
Bees Eat Time
By Gareth JenkinsThe first week is the rush of students
arriving early, roses overlooking locked spaces.
Jo and her poem about beats writing.
the library looks like a library, -
Waste Or Worse
By Lionel FogartyAlternative on trustees with our Australia
Won’t do, won’t do?
Progressive is becoming confusing at times
Absorb an external protest -
Eyes of Feeling
By Lionel FogartyIn = meek
My feelins have not change
One with the murri
And we are alone -
Soothing Traffic
By Gareth JenkinsContained emotion
in the play area
where kids come to see mums;
so many goodbyes. -
Overhead Transperancy
By Gareth JenkinsI test the acoustics of the room
with singing
alone, in the break between lessons.