Poems
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Nightpoems 13/7/2010
By Peter BoyleTonight there is no one else in the house. Birdless treeless night, I slip dead alarm clocks
into my pockets before going to bed. When the walls collapse I walk out onto a pier that
has been built into the river below in the valley.
A young boy from a century ago stands there waiting for someone to turn up with a crate of beer. I wal… -
Blackout
By Toby FitchAt some point, the power went out.
You thought you’d left your appliance
on, or the gin was wearing off. Still,
when you felt your way down the -
The Same Bay, Twice
By Tim SinclairTraffic hum from the Anzac Bridge, and you watch
the city coalesce from dawn. Buildings emerge
to support their glowing logos, the squatting chunk
of fish market turns blue. -
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 -
The View from the sold house
By John StokesA high, voice teetering
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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, -
Cranbrook, Mid-June (after Martin Harrison)
By Tom LeeThe inarguable harbour proves the point
hit by the low winter sun, we squint
fishing for cutlery, facing the mirrors
in a high-ceilinged room. -
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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 Invisible Mother
By Hannah MettnerThis was the practice where the Victorian mother, often disguised or hiding, often under a spread, held her baby tightly for the photographer, to ensure a sharply focussed image…
You bright thing, suspended between that man in his dark cape and me in mine.
You think we are playing peek-a-boo
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Traffic
By Tricia Dearborni.
At Grandma’s place, transplanted from the central west
and a town without traffic lights,
cars passed close, and every few seconds. -
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 -
Flood Watch
By Mark RobertsUp the hill,
safe on a concrete path.
But the rain continues &
I almost lose my footing -
The Olgas
By Leni ShiltonI
From first light we see them;
pink on the horizon,
their heads tilted down -
The Ox
By Corey WakelingSo free and easy on the draw capital gain
during the years of the ox, when the five-year-old
painted the domestic and spilled your whiskey,
Kazan scapegoat, -
Golden Summer, Eaglemont
By Kate Middletonafter Arthur Streeton
Late afternoon amber falls across house
and far-off mountains, while shadow
forms a new perimeter. The human body -
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 -
Bridge over the River Memory
By Jeanine LeanePrince Alfred Bridge, Gundagai
When I come back I remember it has -
Lucky Charm
By Virginia JealousThere's water in Lake George.
Been ten years, the locals say.
You're lucky, they say.
That wide, still lake -
An Accurate Martyr
By Lindsay TuggleThe extraordinary baggage
a collection of ordinary possessions
accumulated since
childhood with
