States of Poetry QLD
'Conversation with a Decommissioned Electric Chair' by Samuel Wagan Watson | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two
For my late mentor,
(Kumantjayi) Uncle Martin Harrison
Be sharply accustomed to the anatomy of your writing; inside and out...Where you have
slivered the bones of your storyline, mark the points of ruin and resurrection ... Count the
gouges ... Here is where you lunged ... Careful! ... There was a finely delivered se ...
'A Self-Help Book for Broken Writers: Some Zen notes' by Samuel Wagan Watson | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two
for Aunty Suzie Wilson
We’d often give Dad a lift to work along this bent stretch of the river.
Maiwar curved here like a boomerang hook. Ghosts that tasted heavy
of pork bones hung in the dawn; most of Murrarie had been invaded by
K.R. Darling Downs. You would almost hear the unified groan at 5 am,
when all the workers formed a single-file; it wa ...
Where Logan Rd and Creek intersect there used to be an old
gas station that looked beat even when it was new. You could
feed a fuel-pump shiny 20-cent pieces at any hour of the day
when petroleum was 17-cents a litre. The solid steel rods of the
tram lines were stapled into the Earth, under Kagaar Mabul;
home of the s ...
We dream, we heal, we are reborn.
Intellect is a hot thing in the hands.
Without life, one cannot breathe.
You and I are travellers of this galaxy
airing our differences with space.
Only a traveller can unpack this suitcase.
Some say there is no season for camping.
Look up at the stars, there is no reason.
A hunch is angel talk.
Love remains explored ...
'one must utilise every part of the animal (when faced with one’s own fears)' by David Stavanger | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two
I am hearing voices –
banging pots, something
living in my skin, trucks
picking up what’s left of the week.
A man appears at the front fence, wants
to know if the cattle dog is friendly.
‘I’m not sure but you’re welcome to enter.’
The man asks if he will be safe
on the other side of the bolted gate
looks first at our dog’s b ...