'Landscape with Magic Lantern Slides' by Lisa Gorton

Lisa Gorton
Tuesday, 25 September 2018

‘You’ve seen the hands of statues that men have set by gateways.’


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'Wittgenstein, 1951, Peppered Moth' by Davina Alison

Davina Allison
Monday, 24 September 2018

Tell me how they move
for the light and I will gather wild orchids
for you and five species
of cockle shells
and leave them by your window ...

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'The Cave of Bliss' by Ali Cobby Eckermann

Ali Cobby Eckermann
Thursday, 23 August 2018

I want to climb back
into the cave of bliss
to be with you
the way you make me feel
strong arms to hold
wise words to listen ...

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'break' by Jordie Albiston

Jordie Albiston
Thursday, 26 July 2018

a spirit into splinters    or a night
into day    the quavers levitating
just the same    see a kind of orangeness
tinge the wrenched event    & head falls & sun
caws & moon forgets her name    a muteness ...

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'Syllabic Patterning' by Michael Farrell

Michael Farrell
Thursday, 26 July 2018

He went down to the shed to look for a chook
a particular one he’d seen earlier that morning
one he realised he’d never seen before, and
that seemed to have disappeared. It was brown
with white markings, distinctive, like wallpaper ...

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'Interruption: An Assay', a new poem by Jane Hirshfield

Jane Hirshfield
Thursday, 24 May 2018

Sometimes you took the shape
of an unseen mosquito,
sometimes of illness ...

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'The Field' by Ian Patterson

Ian Patterson
Thursday, 26 April 2018

There is a field that will persist in everything:
                     what means crucial means
if there never was a thought deflected not to be
                     a path so far gone? ...

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'Four Rooms' by Julie Manning

Julie Manning
Thursday, 26 April 2018

Your beard intrigues me, its rough mystery, patterned complexity.
I imagine burrowing animals under your skin that raise ...

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'Natality' by Anne Elvey

Anne Elvey
Thursday, 26 April 2018

body’s habitude begin
with buoyancy, a saturated skin ...

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I’d ask you to reappear from behind the wet blanket, Sun,
But the ozone has been eaten by refrigerants
And we can’t take your glare. We are people
Of the skin cancers, tuned by solar flares ...

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