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Passing Through

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Jennifer Chance

 

Clouds capture
                                        the movement of our bodies
             a quick, simple flash and then a dance
                                        with crawling police cars
 
             and death happens,
                          lone people in masks wrapping ...

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Disappearing Act

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

I was going to be a role model.
A real model I thought,
So I changed into every colour for I’d give you a slice in every direction. You ...

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The Disappearing

The Disappearing has been redeveloped and we invite you to submit your poems about fading and disappeared places and spaces. Explore now »

Palestine

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Jahin Tanvir

 

Acknowledgement is a crutch,
that helps us stand up for a second,
But the rusty manacles still cackle,
A generational burden,
dusty and devastated.
 
In a distant ...

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The gate swung wide

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Bruce Waddell

 

Deep in the valley misty pastures
thrive on the swirling tide.
A young pioneer labours tough, ranchos.
The new gate swung wide.
 
Spatially isolate, feeling alone,
ground ...

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Byron

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Stephen Thomas 

 

Wind rushes through the car
Shadows carpet the road
A narrow line of jagged grey
Curls through the trees
 
A house nestled in the slopes
The world ...

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Sydney Town Hall Tree

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Steve Denham

 

In my teens, Sydney’s flora
brushed the inner city and CBD
with green - but the first tree
I really ‘saw’ ...
 
curtsying to a zephyr at the ...

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Welcoming Party

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Sean West 

 

You watch them wade
out over sandbanks between
low tide and high. Lucky
families flock like gulls
to a chip then evaporate
faster than fiddler crabs when ...

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Aubade to Fading City

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Jennifer Chance

 

To dis/appear
to cease
to get so small
that a puddle becomes an ocean
and the ocean becomes a universe
 
I walk the edges of memory ...

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Salt

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Sarah Watters

 

Salt

We bathe in its oceans 
crispy as it settles. 
Marking your skin with mapping of the earth
exposing the labyrinth of your being

Our soul bleeds ...

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Whole (if it is all one thing)

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Kate Liston-Mills

 

Whole (if it is all one thing).
Synchronicity flickers every step –
match
match
match
light.
The whole place is burning now, I thought myself right, I thought ...

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King River

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Bruce Waddell

 

We relax in the evening light 
on his fluid banks.

The William Hovell dam
 tames him until,

like the young girl in the park,
he defiantly tumbles ...

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The Sleeping City | Australia Street

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

Helen Loughlin

 

I
A waxing crescent moon in a twilight sky still
a vague, lightly glowing shadow of the whole –
its illuminated hemisphere – is visible. As I walk
the line ...

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Missing Persons

By Adam Aitken

From Tokyo to the Gold Coast they’d come. They were in the
papers, instant scoop, apologising, and on the box. In the
lunch break we talked about the old ...

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Glimpses and ghosts on Larakia land

By Kaye Aldenhoven

The Pix, forbidden by Nanna, so I was forced to sneakiness,
gave me first glimpses of Fannie Bay - scandalous gaol in far Darwin.
Prisoners chained to each other, wearing only ...

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St. Kilda

By Ali Alizadeh

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The Report

By Richard James Allen

You sit down to write a report entitled,
“How is it possible for one person to kill another?”
An hour later you wander off into the streets,
leaving a blank ...

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Birthplace

By Richard James Allen

someone in your family once read my novel
or maybe studied it at school
I found an old copy
an early Penguin edition
down behind the back row of books ...

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