Poems
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Temple relics
By Jena WoodhouseThe banners of red-painted wood
are worm-eaten. Some of the characters
have been effaced:
'The God's might is clear and grand, -
Kimberley Quartet
By Glen PhillipsFor Perdita
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Crossing to the Fitzroy
Beautiful the light here at sunset, soft pink flame; -
A Disappearing Act
By Lorin ElizabethThe magician pulls death
out of his hat and
saws it in half and in half again
until death is a carpet -
Vocab List
By Fiona WrightYou’ll look at these photos one day, and think
how beautiful I was,
how lovely.
Your hair is tasseled (the edging -
An Accurate Martyr
By Lindsay TuggleThe extraordinary baggage
a collection of ordinary possessions
accumulated since
childhood with -
(En)Joy rides in police cars
By Andrew GalanDad was certified dead Christmas day
septicaemia mixed by schizophrenia, alcohol, and restraint
in Long Bay maximum security psychiatric hospital
mum didn’t tell -
Tilt
By Kate LilleyFonzies Fantasyland at 31 Oxford St
(now a disappointing IGA)
opened in 1979, next door to Patches,
a few months after the Ghost Train fire -
The Astronomer
By Fiona WrightJust stars, and grassland –
to stand on the limit of the world
and then climb upwards.
Here is his tower, -
How to stay afloat
By Kelly-Lee HickeyIt goes like this ;
you take some small part of yourself,
fashion it into a paper boat.
Be careful with the delicate folds, -
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Appearance Shadows
By Lionel FogartyAppear was always a touch seeing things
Were there one disappearing, came from what was real.
Magic give disappearing acts to appear.
For thousands of living next now one peoples disappearing, -
YILAALU –BU-GADI (once upon a time in the bay of Gadi)
By Lorna MunroMELLALUCA
YURALI (eucalyptus)
PAPERBARK
KURRIJONG -
Spirit Remains
By Lorna MunroI am as old as time
I am fluid like spoken rhyme
I am still here, even if you refuse to listen to my lesson
I am wise beyond my years, though I wear the clothes of an adolescent -
Groove
By Bruce PascoeAt some point
he must have lifted his head,
looked back at the axe
in his hand, -
The disappearing
By Steve Dibirdi Hodder Watt BunbajeeDreams it seems can be deprived and refuse 2 arrive like the glimpse of past lives,
Like girlfriends and wives, not gone but forgotten,
Testaments of the rotten loves linger
like the twitch of an amputated finger. -
La-pa
By Brenda SaundersI remember taking the tram to 'the Loop'
on those fishing days with Dad. Crowds
on their way to see the 'Snake Men' scaring
all the kids. Uncles selling boomerangs. -
Ivo
By Peter MinterWe sat by the empty road
in the first warm spring night, my wet shoulder
touching yours
it was early, or maybe late, say four a.m. -
The Bathurst Plain
By Brenda Saunders‘Latest Discoveries: fine open country…with wooded plains
reminiscent of an Englishman’s estate’
The Expeditions of Major Mitchell, State Library of NSW. -
Dripping with Decadence (Big House, big white lies)
By Lorna MunroBig house, big lies, gubbna, white gubbament
Contorted melaleuca
Conveniently furnished with secondhand decadence
Will society ever speak of the secret deals that were made? -
Point of View
By John Muk Muk BurkeWater’s near my house……………..
not far from the rest in fact.
