Poems
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Superb Fairy Wrens
By Marg SheppardA little bird,
Collar of brilliant blue
Head too,
Announcing! -
Not the Larapinta Trail: a selection of 13 unmarked haiku
By Michael GiacomettiA journey of one thousand miles begins with the first step …
- Laozi, Tao Te Ching
A long hike begins with a heavy pack clipped and a light tread -
Boot circle
By Michael GiacomettiSpokes of tendon–wool–
vibram–bone radiate out
to the cardinals
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The other sky...
By Kit BrookmanThe other sky has its bright face on,
a full-bloom pincushion of burning nails.
On the earth, we are marked by red lights –
they hang on us like animals’ eyes – -
Confession of an inveterate peak bagger
By Michael Giacometti1.
[ … ]
2.
These scaffolds of talus and scree -
Scale 2
By Michael GiacomettiOnly two inches
distant on the map, but it
is two mile too far
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HOW STARS ARE LIKE US
By Kit BrookmanThe heart is like a star,
with its orbit of blood,
its squelching, atomised gut,
valves distending in one long, -
Of racehorses, chatter and the whip
By Michael GiacomettiRacehorses gallop
Chatting walkers trail behind
reined in by whip
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Regent Honeyeater
By B. R. DionysiusXanthomyza phrygia
A power as diluted as the monarch’s they were named for;
Their colonial reach across the border, tempered by more
Indigenous agitators, the great unwashed mass of noisy miners -
The Scrimmage
By Candy RoyalleThere is violence here
an abundance of it
fists and elbows and tongues that lash out
ankles and knees that fight to keep balance -
the river
By Jonathan Hillthere we are - seated in a tight circle, sharing ridiculously obscure foodless recipes, smiles creasing our cheeks, eyes alive with belonging. our laughter so loud, it rises above the rain, bequeathed to us by bundoola, that has plagued and cleansed us all week long. the last poem recited. one final applause. the deluge intensifies as we crawl… -
Masticate and imbibe
By Michael GiacomettiWe munch scroggin
sip spring water from source
soak de-hy dhal bhat
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Sitting in the saddle
By Michael GiacomettiThis ridge reclines
It climbs and declines
Strata and syncline
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Haiku
By Jane Williamsmid morning sun
through windows shaped like flowers -
the world inside out
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Just a quickie...
By Alexandra PinkhamThere once was a young gal called Em,
Who caused heartache for Highbury men,
But good Mr. Knightley
Did make her act rightly -
Spotted Tailed Quoll
By B. R. Dionysius(Southern subspecies)
Dasyurus maculatus maculatus
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What Would Jane Do?
By Alexandra PinkhamGrey hair, white hair,
Dyed hair, no hair,
Perms and buns
(Getting old looks fun) -
Implied
By Michael GiacomettiLandscape of abstract
possibility exists
between lines [of] contour
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Double-Eyed Fig Parrot (Coxen's)
By B. R. DionysiusCyclopsitta diophthalma coxeni
For Jen
Look for the tell-tale signs of our existence.
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