Poems
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Behind Orana Takeaway
By Rico CraigWe’re out of the rain, hunched around
a feast
five dollars worth of chips
ripped open on the concrete, -
Silvery
By Astrid Lorangeable rustbelt in three thousand pixels
when a faultline two-month billboard
maxes out, flags up, snags concern
and shells maple in a non-televised -
A little history of Mechanics' Institutes
By Susanne GannonGood Professor Birkbeck
had no idea
in Glasgow in 1799
that his little quaker plan to -
The Wolves
By Bert SpinksFive wolves went hiding in the corners of the island,
each with stripes across their spines just like the newly-
arrived men’s, who also wore faces darkened with the
desire to kill and devour whatever might present itself -
Multicultural Uncultured
By Josephine ParsonsWe are the multicultural uncultured
Blind folds blind unacceptance
Tensions dissolved resolved
Stalls malls charcoaled souls -
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South of Greg Johns’ Rhythm, Glenelg
By William ByrneAs we packed and left the beach I saw
the valleys you both left below your towels
cast in the sand, as if a Henry Moore relief
was left waiting for its pour of bronze. -
Poetry Flash Mob
By Gareth Jenkins[Instructions:
1. Ask a passerby if you can borrow their cap, preferably an American one.
2. Adjust hat to fit your head.
3. Hold hat in your right hand, iPhone or Android device in your left. -
The Great Displaced
By Omar MusaFor Jess
The boy lights a candle
and faces a perilous horizon. -
Health Department FactSheet No.67(a)
By Tim SinclairPoems are bloodsucking parasites. There are many
species in Australia, including several that target humans.
Poems have four distinct stages of development:
bothersome thought; lost napkin jotting; failed first draft; -
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Good Blood
By Sandra ThibodeauxButcher’s blood ran through his family.
A Great War was on, and a war
needs meat. Vestey sharpened his knives
in Darwin, buying favours, enlisting workers -
A View of Elizabeth Bay House
By Jill JonesI could have written about lost friendship
the always disappearing, you did not need
so much money then to live here, so we watched
the harbour, looked down on Boomerang from -
Harvester
By Isi UnikowskiThe car’s dorsal wave carves off
a place neither here nor there, the highway’s
undertow drags at the details:
threshed from their commerce, tricked -
The Rain of Bodies
By Anne M. CarsonPods of gangangs hurl sleek grey bodies
into a receptive sky. They surf, rising and dipping,
catching air-current waves in sets from ridge
to ridge. Red-capped males lead. Querulous calls -
Synonyms for colour
By Anna Westbrookthe pavement mulched purple riotous
jacaranda give up the glorious
ghost and lorikeets rootle
their denuding branches -
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. -
Singular Voices in The Strand
By Paul ScullyEnvy prowls the highway-perimeter
Modest bungalows interspersed
in turn-of-the-century streets
California among the porticos and finials -
Shadow dance at Dorrigo Plains
By Tony LintermansRosewood, a tree that I have never seen
except embalmed in chairs, rises each night
in a forest of thick cries writhing
under bulldozer blades at Dorrigo. -
Rouse Hill
By SOLOTime travelling on the motorways
we watch the landscape change
as cramped steel and concrete
give way to open space
