States of Poetry QLD poems

About Zenobia Frost | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two

17 October 2017

Zenobia Frost States of PoetryZenobia Frost is a writer from Brisbane, Australia. Her work has appeared in Overland, Cordite, Arc (Canada), Scum, Woolf Pack, and the ... More

'Conversation with a Decommissioned Electric Chair' by Samuel Wagan Watson | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two

Samuel Wagan Watson
17 October 2017

Circa September, 2015
Powerhouse Museum, Sydney

I first admired your arms, brown and unrefined like mine, the scars and veins unhidden. Straight
back. Strong neck. An inanimate object that would never be cau ... More

'Conversation with a Decommissioned Electric Chair' by Samuel Wagan Watson | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two

Samuel Wagan Watson
17 October 2017

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 ... More

'A Self-Help Book for Broken Writers: Some Zen notes' by Samuel Wagan Watson | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two

Samuel Wagan Watson
17 October 2017

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'Tugullawah' by Samuel Wagan Watson | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two

Samuel Wagan Watson
17 October 2017

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 ... More

'When we dreamt like Kerouac' by Samuel Wagan Watson | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two

Samuel Wagan Watson
17 October 2017

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 ... More

'New Age' by David Stavanger | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two

David Stavanger
17 October 2017

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 ... More

'I lied' by David Stavanger | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two

David Stavanger
17 October 2017

I Lied

David Stavanger

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'Stock Market' by David Stavanger | States of Poetry QLD - Series Two

David Stavanger
17 October 2017

            bipolar record lows
            insecurities exchanged
new rashes trending daily
each doctor a new violence
            a meteor gets closer to your face
        ... More

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